Look Is What You Have
Robert Pollard
Everything, it's the boy
You're on your way
Look is what you have
You learn to play
Explore your luck, pangs, dreams
And now you feel to leave me out
Change to hold
We saw the look
What, you're going away?
Yeah, everyday I write, I write
Knowing the hour
How can one sleep holding drags?
Eyes roll over from my chides
And free rides, proof of faith
All the rouge in your lifetime
All the chapstick for the cold wind's swirl
Speed reads paper now
Brings back when thrown
Come back to me now
The light's still on