he cut your strings so that he could float lit by lights lifted by alcohol over acres of loving coast far away from your lonely ghost now hes cool and all floating anchorless ports of call where its fabulous after all of this watching himself just crawl think you see him hes not there thats just light thats not yet dead wait two hours and watch whatll be there instead was he small and cold like a ring you call up from home held so tightly his limbs went numb worn away between your finger and thumb well now hes bought and sold cry his call number down the phone he cant hear you hes on his float waving down to the folks at home think you see him hes not there thats just light thats not yet dead wait two hours and watch whatll be there instead as the cameras love all of his faces they hide all the traces of you in his heart stand in line to hold forth on his grace but you wont even get a head start get a head start as his close up comes cascading down from above the eyes of a nation in love are looking on all of their hopes held up and the words that some screenwriter counted and chose and then set in their sequence and froze unfreeze on his tongue as he speaks for all of us but one and honey hes gone and baby hes everyones in the dark sky tonight cast your eyes on the dim light that he will become youre like everyone who thinks they see him hes not there thats just light thats not yet dead wait two hours and watch whatll be there instead