CordeliaSo you’re eager to fly on a silver wingLeft soon in the morning on a silver wingIt was high over housetops and the chimneys of this townYou made your getaway, and you never looked downI mean all else failed and you counted on a silver wingCame break of day and you sailed on a silver wingThere was no time for eulogiesThere was no time for songThey came round looking and you were already goneBut i love you cordelia tell the world i doThere ain’t nobody like me gonna see you throughThey’ll be blinding you cordelia, trying to get you in a swayBut i’m watching you every step of the wayAnd the poets in the valley, they shake their headsThey’re scribbling on their tablets, but their words can’t be readCause when the morning sun climbs the hilltop it’s so easy to seeSome things must remain unsaid, wrapped in mysterySo bring me my arrow, go get my bowI’ve got business to tend to, i can’t stand to see you goThey’ll be talking about you cordelia, every once in a whileAnd it stirs me up like the first timeThough i wish i could deny it