Orson Follow

Did somebody tell you what I couldn't tell you?I hope
they did.(I hope they didn't.)Will I
learn to regret it, or should I forget it?Whatever this
is- it feels electric.You shot me a sweet look,Gave me your Year Book,Told me to sign...It was a
signal.But I couldn't find the words.I
just couldn't find the nerve.As usual.Here's my Bright Idea:I'll just disappear!Now you're in Hollywood (right in my
neighborhood)-Things are really looking up for you...An army of managers and lots of pretty boys lining upjust to meet with you.I could've SWORN that
it you that I bumped to just the other dayat the record
store.But I still don't have a clue.I
just couldn't talk to you.As usual.Here's my Bright Idea:I'll just disappear!So I come to your Eventin my well-rehearsed
mystique,I show up an hour late-but I've been
ready for a week,Then you float into the hallwaylike
some neon silhouette,I'm slowly losing oxygenand my hands are soaking wet,All the cameras and
reporterspiling up on one anotherjust to get a look
at you,They all want an interview,Then I make my
move,push them out of my way,But I still just
don't know what to say...Here's my Bright
Idea:I'll just disappear!