They told me he’d come, if I’d only hold on.
He’d fly to my window and we’d both be gone.
The sun would rise on our forms in the sky,
The girl who caught the hero’s eye.
But I’m still alone, no sign of his cape.
Is the “S” meant for “super”, or “Sorry I’m late?”
Another long night, and I can’t complain.
When it comes to catching eyes, I’m no Lois Lane-
I’m just a kid who thought heroes were real,
Waiting on the balcony for her man of steel.
I guess there’s no chance, in the dimming moonlight-
My man’s been caught up by his own kryptonite.
So I’ll go to bed; I’ll dream of next time-
waiting up on fairy tales of heroes fighting crime.
So I’ll go to bed; I’ll dream of next time-
waiting up on fairy tales of heroes fighting crime.
CaliStray 