The Man Who Isn’t There
Well you’ve driven me to music I hope you’re satisfied I’m drunk on a longing That will always be denied I write these songs like sonar Or stones into a well I’m looking for an echo But the silence tells Chorus: And I’m singing in the dark For a man who isn’t there But I’ve learned to love the aching And the wistful smile I wear I’ve studied all the poets But you don’t read that stuff Pages of perfect sonnets Would never be enough I’m looking for the words The right...