Dance of the Joyous Robots

Now I am done with worrying for you I thought I could see you in lights Marquees of brilliant gold Stretching up toward the sunset sky of flames Looking down upon the place Where you lay and will remain I'll turn away - turn away from now on Now I am done with trying to help you I thought I could see you in lights Not missing letters on rental signs Scattered all across your parking lot of fame You'd pick them up if you knew how to spell your name