i guess some things i do are simply out of my control, 'cause it's the sixth time this week i'm at the Picture Show. and even though i know i can't find the sight of you, i somehow still find myself buying tickets for two. to my left i saved your favorite seat in the back row, and my eyes were for the door for you for the whole show.
and as the credits rolled, a name caught my eye, for on that screen were the names who put together my life. and with a half-empty cup in my hand i felt like a fool, 'cause i knew the only name on that screen would be yours.
and when we speak, i can barely remember that light -- the faintest glimmer in your eyes when things were still alright. it's not so long ago that waking up was living a dream, but now the only complete life i see is on the movie screen.
well, sixteen stubs lie untorn on my desk. my drive-in tears find no shoulder with to rest. so i sit here waiting for the scene where my arms reached out to more than just a seat.