It?s my song and I sing for the man in the wings   Is it strange when we never have shared anything?   I don?t ache for some tender exchange in the dark   That will pass      But the purest refrain will haunt us again   And he has that with me   When I?ve nothing to bring   I sing for the man in the wings      We won?t speak, he won?t ask me to follow him on   And his name if I ever did know it is gone   Back to back I can hear his pulse racing with mine   Both in time      I?ll be waiting for him before I begin each line   And he won?t mind   That I?ve nothing to bring   When I sing for the man in the wings      And they tell me he walks alone   It is said that he is stone   Without knowing the shape of him   I am certain they are wrong   We?ll meet in a different place   Me, the man and the song      I don?t long for some fleeting exchange in the dark   That will pass      But the purest refrain will haunt us again   And he has that with me   When we?ve nothing to bring   I sing for the man in the wings