Does it get lonely in the day

All by yourself in this big old place

Do you ever come out and play

Scream out loud or walk the stage



And maybe you are looking down tonight

Maybe you can see

Burning like an old spotlight

Shining down on me



Oh it must be great

To have this enormous estate

Rebecca, do you think it's fate

That brought me here onto your stage



And you always played it by heart

Like a patron saint, a patron of the arts

Was it ever hard to justify it

To someone else, or to yourself



Rebecca, I know you understand

Why I write these songs

Rebecca, I overheard the plan

But I don't know what happens when you're gone



And whether I write three chords

Or a symphony

At least I'm gonna try to leave behind

Some kind of legacy



So Rebecca, if you're looking down tonight

Then maybe you can see

Burning like an old spot light

This legacy left behind



And maybe you are looking down tonight

Maybe you can see

Burning like an old spotlight

Shining down, on me