you
want to be
like the man on the moon
for every one step you take
they have to run to be by you

you
want to be
with your fathers smile beside you
cause you just won
the beauty pageant
for your sweet sixteen

you
want to be
the little black box
thats there after we crash
solemnly youll play the facts
so they can hear how bad
we had it

you won't have to fake it
when im gone

you
want to be
the little gray cat
who stays home each day
and doesnt have to work

you wont have to fake it
when im gone

im gone