Thanks Sufjan.

I see city lights in red

I see airstreams overhead

And I'm thinking of what Michael said

I am thinking of what Michael said

I see passengers break their bread

I see passengers break and bend

Ivory passengers stuck in their heads

And I'm thinking of what Michael said

I rode the Greyhound bus: under the overpass

I ride the train till my eyelids grow sore

I watched the snowflakes fall, through the half-frosted glass

I walk three-thousand miles to your door

Darling, can't you see, I can't speak for both of us

But if you start to speak then I tell you "don't"

Darling, if I said I loved you would you believe in me

I'm not sure if I would and that's why I won't.

I write letters in my bed

With my over-shirt over my head

And I'm thinking of what Michael said

I am thinking of what Michael said

I'm afraid to start afresh

I don't want this night to end

I don't want the words to be dead

And I'm thinking of what Michael said

Under Orion's belt we watched the stars come out

Eyes in the East looking for the North star

Silently, I reached out, took your hand. Silently

you picked the lock on the backstage door

Under the stagelights the cello played quietly

hand in hand we fit in one theater spot

The audience applauded, behind the curtain we relaxed

Grateful the clapping had started and stopped