The Space Concept.

It's about dawn,
I'd imagine.
The sun came up.
Will it matter?
Will I see you again?
Are you coming back?
I know I act like it won't matter
but it does.
It does.

I'll lay on the sidewalk
and look up.
I imagine you
above me.
You look beautiful,
but you're too far.

I can't imagine you any closer.
It's like that song,
with the ground and Tom.
It's too bad the city lights
haven't hit you yet.
You look beautiful.

Are you coming back?
I'll lay on the sidewalk,
I promise nothing will change.
We'll look beautiful again.
I won't have to imagine,
I won't have to do much,
I'll just have to lay.