Who Do You Think You Are?

[Verse 1]

The hunted look, the haunted grace

The empty laugh that you cultivate

You fall into that false embrace

And kiss the air about her face

Who do you think you are?

[Verse 2]

The très bon mots you almost quote

From your quiver of literary darts

A thousand or so tuneless violins

Thrilling your cheap little heart

Who do you think you are?

[Bridge]

My cigarette burns right down to the ash

My coffee cup is unstained

The waiter hovers close at hand

His courtesy strained

[Verse 3]

Who do you think you are?

I close with my regards

Well I'm the red-face gentleman

Caught in this picture postcard

Who do you think you are?

[Bridge]

I'm trying my best to make the best of your absence

Though the joke gets tired and sordid

And sea-shell hearts get trampled under foot

Punchlines unrewarded

[Verse 4]

But even at this distance, it's not easy to accept

The vision that I chase returns when I least expect it

I've fallen from your tired embrace

I kiss the air around the place that should be your face