Past country lines and interstate signsnWe were here to sing, to shadow an endless dreamnLeft the family, backstage we metnYou were writing your setnWe talked till the owner sweptnOutside the big great doornnBut don't look at me this waynIn the broad light of daynYou're not safe from the veilnOf the night; and it must be displacednThat look upon your facenI never thought I'd find...nnWe cross tangled vinesnAnd you whisper signsnWe could hear you seenA yellow rose of springnYour face left a perfect ringnIs it morning or nightnThe missed call, the missed flightnCab is waiting; remeber the song that playednYou're somebody's baby.nnSo I can't look at you this waynIn the broad light of daynYou're not safe from the veilnOf the night; and it must be displacednThat look upon my facenI never thought I'd find...nnSo don't look at me this waynIn the broad light of daynYou're not safe from the veilnOf the night; and it must be displacednThat look upon your facenI never thought I'd find...