Standing here in the searchlight, With my shadow on the firehouse wall, I can see my reflection; But it doesnít look like me at all.
Standing behind the searchlight, You see everything you wanted to see: Weeping willows at midnight, Rainbows crashing where they fall next to me.
You are the light that Iíve been searching for. You are my star.
I could tell you a story: Crazy diamonds and a knock on the door. I could send you a postcard, But the mailman doesnít come here any more.
Itís a lonely confusion, When your heart cannot forgive what you see: Weeping willows at midnight, Alligators in the Land of the Free.
But you are the love that Iíve been looking for. You are my star.
Standing here in your searchlight, With my back against the bedroom wall, I can see my reflection; But it doesnít look like me at all.