The saddest thing is that Superman never comes.
No matter how long you stand at the phone booth.
Every taxi that passes makes you lonelier.
The myth of Mr. Perfect lingers, despite reality.
Clark Kent got stuck in traffic.
Superman got drunk on the ether.
Waiting for Superman to rescue you, still waiting.
Standing all alone on the boardwalk, sun setting.
He won't come. There is no saviour this time.
The water looks so lovely from here, glittering.
How much longer do you plan on waiting?
Another day? Another year? Another decade?
Its obvious he isn't coming. Not after all this.
Superman never shows up on time.
No matter how long you stand at the phone booth.
The saddest thing is that Superman never comes.
No matter how long you stand at the phone booth.
Every taxi that passes makes you lonelier.
The myth of Mr. Perfect lingers, despite reality.
Clark Kent got stuck in traffic.
Superman got drunk on the ether.
Waiting for Superman to rescue you, still waiting.
Standing all alone on the boardwalk, sun setting.
He won't come. There is no saviour this time.
The water looks so lovely from here, glittering.
How much longer do you plan on waiting?
Another day? Another year? Another decade?
Its obvious he isn't coming. Not after all this.
Superman never shows up on time.
No matter how long you stand at the phone booth.
The saddest thing is that Superman never comes.
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