lyrics
Trick of Fame
February 1, 1995
He liked to write stories 'bout different people
Capture in words their lives
Those he'd known and those he'd only heard of
And those he created in his mind
He wrote of the cynical and saturnine infidels These were the traits of people he knew well Their lives dearth of happiness and divested of decision Choices atrophied in time Furtively romanticized Searching someone salient to look up to… "I'm waiting for you"
The lost and the lonely the weak and the wicked Searching for some sort of sign But he never embodied the spirit or essence Of those on a level sublime
He read all classic literature the heroes and heroines Still it wasn't something he deftly portrayed "If only I could meet someone whose imperfections Were overshadowed by their works Lives underscored their promise I'm searching someone congruous to look up to… "I'm waiting for you"
He wrote of the cynical and saturnine infidels These were the traits of people he knew well Their lives dearth of happiness and divested of decision Choices atrophied in time Furtively romanticized Searching someone salient to look up to… "I'm waiting for you"
The lost and the lonely the weak and the wicked Searching for some sort of sign But he never embodied the spirit or essence Of those on a level sublime
He read all classic literature the heroes and heroines Still it wasn't something he deftly portrayed "If only I could meet someone whose imperfections Were overshadowed by their works Lives underscored their promise I'm searching someone congruous to look up to… "I'm waiting for you"
© j. Wilford, 2/95