She says, “Yeah, he’s still coming, just a little bit late. He got stuck at the laundromat washing his cape.”
She’s just watching the clouds roll by and they spell her name like Lois Lane.
And she smiles, oh the way she smiles.
She’s talking to angels, counting the stars，
Making a wish on a passing car.
She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart，
Waiting for Superman to pick her up.
In his arms, In his arms.
Waiting for Superman.
She’s out on the corner trying to catch a glimpse.
Nothing’s making sense.
She’s been chasing an answer，
A sign lost in the abyss, this Metropolis.
She says...“Yeah, he’s still coming, just a little bit late.He got stuck at the Five and Dime saving the day.”
She says...“If life was a movie, then it wouldn’t end like this，Left without a kiss.”