This is a slow ballad in A. If I had some sort of lap-steel and some sort of ability with playing one, I'd have some of that going on behind.
There’s a kind of starlight
Up on the little screen
Shining on the wall
Everyone’s perfect
You don’t measure up to them
And neither do I
Because these people
Are totally perfect
And we invite them in
And we spend all our time
Looking at their eyes
But they can’t see us
And we invite them in
And we spend all our time
Looking at their thighs
No one sees us
It’s lonely here
It’s lonely here
When you’re not real (X2)
@nancyrost Feb 2022
That "we invite them in" verse is amazing. And then thighs. I like the use of starlight in this context - unexpected and fitting.