He wears a sad smile Nothing to laugh about He's the mystery That no one ever talks about He's highly flammable You dare not strike a single match tonight Wants to be near you Somebody noticed In the crowded hours He's silenced by his wallflower That wants to say so much His mind's an operator Drowning in a flood of calls In dreams, you cry, you're scared You hold the flame up high You light up the street Longing for company He'll burn every mile of his troubled past He wants to be your friend Something simple in the end He bought a woman, paid by the hour She's the mystery, the faker with all the power Who's seldom lonely He'd give her anything to feel the same There must be more to this Or is this all he has? Mother Mary's child Worships her photograph His orphan's bed at night Pines for mother's gentle soul tonight To comfort all the scars In dreams, you cry, you're scared You hold the flame up high You light up the street Longing for company He'll burn every mile of his troubled past He wants to be your friend Something simple in the end But you couldn't see that in the end