you are like a child with your folded-arm denials and a convalescent look and your pleaded hands out front you are like a con locked away for doing no wrong oh the system is your foe but your alibi's see-through you are like the moon in the fading afternoon like a distant memory you don't mean a thing to me whatever happened to you baby you once were the light that helped to show me when i was right and when i was wrong and now all you are is a line in a song to me you are like the wind howling through deserted glens your power is intense but your audience has left you are like the stars so near and yet so far like an ancient mystery you're unsolvable to me whatever happened to you baby you once were the guide that helped to save me from when i was right and when i was wrong and now all you are is a line in a song to me you are like a dream reoccurring to me when i wake i can't recall what you were saying at all