I can't read these people
I can't read their eyes
But man alive, I'm glad
That I have you
You, my lookout on the ground
Making music from the broken sh** you found
Oh man alive, I'm glad
Man alive, I'm glad
Sitting back home on the old stained couch
(Sitting back home on the old stained couch)
Two tired-out old dog bones
And the moon is coming out
What if I had never stumbled into you
What if you had never stumbled into me
The world as we know it simply wouldn’t be
Simply wouldn't be
I can't read these people
I can't read their eyes
But man alive, I'm glad
Man alive, I'm glad I found you here some [?]