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
~Waiting For Superman~
