Yes, he looks for me, good Let him look for me To tell me why he left me As I always knew he would I had thought he understood They have never understood And no reason that they should But if anybody could Finishing the hat How you have to finish the hat How you watch the rest of the world From a window while you finish the hat Mapping out a sky What you feel like, planning a sky What you feel when the voices that come from the window go Until they distance and die, until there's nothing but sky And how you're always turning back too late, from the gra** Or the stick or the dog or the light, how the kind of man Who's willing to waits, not the kind that you want to find waiting To return you to the night, dizzy from the height Coming from the hat, studying the hat Entering the world of the hat Reaching through the world of the hat like a window Back to this one from that Studying the face, stepping back to look at a face Leaves a little space in the way Like a window but to see It's the only way to see And when the one man that you wanted goes You can say to yourself, "Well, I'd give what I'd give" But the one man who won't wait for you knows That however you live, there's a part of you Always standing by, mapping out the sky Finishing the hat, starting on a hat Finishing a hat, look, I made a hat Where there never was a hat