people

Not looking for a reason
not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye
not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eye
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eye
Not watching the seasons
watching days flow by
No quenchless autumn breezes
late tomorrow skies
Are you frightened by the moment? i softly lie
Where i thought i would always be,
i let myself get by
The people Get by Not looking for an ending to make the pieces fit
Need is always pending on how much you can get