We gaze vacantly upon the night With darkness in our eyes And delight to see a falling star But never realize That beyond the brilliant trail of light Something splendid dies Now hear this David Robert Jones And take heart if you do Just like what you once wrote for Zimmerman I'm writing this for you I stand against a wall and see you dancing And I refuse the empty tempo of your beat And I wonder if I help to ease the pressure Of the weight of millions dancing on your feet Still I explore deserted hallways And I paint the letters "DJ" on the wall So that if by chance you ever venture back here You'll know you did have some believers after all We who filed past still tend your circle And keep our lanterns burning Low for you But a circle can't continue if it's broken And you left a gaping hole where you broke through Through the aperture we look at you and wonder Do you intend to leave us clinging to your ghosts? We are forced to try and keep the party going While we watch strangers ravaging our host It makes me sad to see you dance with strangers You play the real cool trader like a pro But something in your words says you'll be back here There is something there that tells me that you know You said if I could grasp it I was blameless And I repeat those parting words in my mind But understanding doesn't make me happy I'm still the one you chose to leave behind Now you've got me back at your beginning Hoping against hope for Life On Mars But it seems you've left me nothing to look up to Except a sky you've filled with falling stars
Jane says: "In the way of explanation, this poem was written shortly after the release of Let's Dance, which signalled to me a rather abrupt departure from what Bowie had been doing up until that point. I was more than a little upset with him. I use a lot from Scary Monsters to illustrate my point. Also, I feel Bowie finally redeemed himself and returned to his brilliance with the release of Outside."