I suppose I'll read about it in the papers
If I don't hear from some long-forgotten friend
wanting just to know if I am doing alright
and if my heart is really on the mend
with the fact I'll never see your face again...

I've been thinking for a while how I would answer -
What I wouldn't say (and maybe what I would).
Man, it seems like every Tom and Dick and Harry
Has some tale about how you once did them some good,
But I won't burst their balloon (though I could).

Yeah, you were larger than life for a while
You had that pat on the back and winning smile
But somewhere beyond the Coupe de Ville
in that big mansion on the hill
something died along with the will
and now there are just empty shoes to fill.

I have often wondered if you think about me
in a way that isn't tainted by the lies;
if there's any spark of pride in what I'm doing,
if there's any hint of pleasure and surprise,
perhaps a glint of understanding in your eyes.

Yeah, you were larger than life for a while -
You had that pat on the back and winning smile,
But somewhere beyond the Coupe de Ville
in that big mansion on the hill
something died along with the will
and now there are just empty shoes to fill.

I never gave you what you really wanted
But I learned to let you be the man you are
and though that never seemed to bring us back together
I didn't need you as my superstar
(and you never really needed that car)

Yeah, you were larger than life for a while -
You had that pat on the back and winning smile,
But somewhere beyond the Coupe de Ville
in that big mansion on the hill
something died along with the will
and now there are just empty shoes to fill.

Now there are just empty shoes...