The sun is very bright todaynAnd still, the clouds are big and graynI wonder why that makes me think of younThe light that shines upon your facenIs from the depths of outer spacenA billion years from Western AvenuennMy emotional survivalnDepends on your arrivalnRight hand on the Bible,nDo you solemnly swearnThat you'll keep our agreementnTo meet me on the pavementnAnd come to my apartmentnAt the top of the stairsnnI'll sing a little break-up songnUntil I see you come alongnOr maybe I will write that song for younAnd then a circuit in my brainnWill explode, and there you'll be againnAnd we can count the craters on the moonnnMy emotional survivalnDepends on your arrivalnRight hand on the Bible,nDo you solemnly swearnThat you'll keep our agreementnTo meet me on the pavementnAnd come to my apartmentnAt the top of the stairsnnSudden connectionnFlying sensationnLittle celebrationnAs I crumple to the groundnA painful situationnFollowed by the realizationnThat there's a somber congregationnStanding all aroundnnYou're there among the fading crowdnI smile, and then I sing aloudnGoodbye, goodbye is all I have to saynIt seems as though I should have knownnBut then I never would have flownnIt doesn't seem too high a price to paynnAlthough I may be dyingnMy body may be lyingnTaxis may be cryingnIn a chorus of carsnReality recedingnMy heart no longer beatingnMy life will not be fleetingnWhen I'm out among the stars