Saturday, 2:43 P.M.

[Verse 1]
The sun is very bright today
And still, the clouds are big and grey
I wonder why that makes me think of you
The light that lands upon your face
Is from the depths of outer space
A billion years from Western Avenue

[Chorus 1]
My emotional survival
Depends on your arrival
Right hand on the Bible
Do you solemnly swear
That you'll keep our agreement
And meet me on the pavement
And come to my apartment
At the top of the stairs

[Verse 2]
I'll sing a little breakup song
Until I see you come along
Or maybe I will write that song for you
And then a circuit in my brain
Will explode, and there you'll be again
And we can count the craters on the moon

[Chorus 1]
My emotional survival
Depends on your arrival
Right hand on the Bible
Do you solemnly swear
That you'll keep our agreement
And meet me on the pavement
And come to my apartment
At the top of the stairs

[Car skidding, crashing sound]

[Bridge]
Sudden connection
A flying sensation
Little celebration
As I crumple to the ground
A painful situation
Followed by the realization
That there's a somber congregation
Standing all around

[Verse 3]
You're there among the fading crowd
I smile, and then I sing aloud
'Goodbye, goodbye' is all I have to say
It seems as though I should have known
But then I never would have flown
It doesn't seem too high a price to pay

[Chorus 2]
Although I may be dying
My body may be lying
Taxis may be crying
In a chorus of cars
Reality receding
My heart no longer beating
My life will not be fleeting
When I'm out among the stars