Been standing on street corners
And bridges high.
Staring at the clouds.

Been waiting on tall buildings
And railway lines
All over town.

I admit it’s not much of a plan.
But I’m seeking Superman.

Someone said he left for good,
Others said he died.
I really hope that’s not the case,
That he just partially retired.
I’d like to meet him face to face,
I really need to be inspired.

Seems all I’m left with are
False hopes,
Tied tightly to the end of
Long ropes
In the shape of a hangman’s noose.

I’ve practised the knot at least
Ninety-five times,
No way it will ever come loose.

I just need to find Superman.
I don’t expect to him to save me,
And I doubt that he knows how.
I just wanted to say hi,
Maybe ask if he could fly
Me to the edge of space,
To see the earth from a better place.
I don’t like the view down here.

So I’m waiting near phonebooths
And plane wrecks,
So far there’s nothing to see.

Maybe I’ll become a Crime Lord,
Ruthless..
And then he’ll come looking for me.