The Man In The Wings Songtext / Lyric

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 home

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 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