The Man In the Wings

It's my song
And I sing
For the man in the wings
Is it strange
When we never
Have shared anything?
I don't ache
For some tender
Exchange in the dark
That will pass

But the purest refrain
Will haunt us again
And he has that with me
When I've nothing to bring
I sing
For the man in the wings

We won't speak
He won't ask me
To follow him on
And his name
If I ever
Did know it is gone
Back to back
I can hear his pulse
Racing with mine
Both in time

I'll be waiting for him
Before I begin each line
And he won't mind
That I've nothing to bring
When I sing
For the man in the wings

And they tell me
He walks alone
It is said
That he is stone
Without knowing
The shape of him
I am certain
They are wrong
We'll meet
In a different place
Me
The man and the song

I don't long
For some fleeting
Exchange in the dark
That will pass

But the purest refrain
Will haunt us again
And he has that with me
When we've nothing to bring
I sing
For the man in the wings