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 [?]