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Browne Jackson

Genres: Rock

The Late Show Lyrics - Browne Jackson

Everyone I've ever known has wished me well 

Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell 

Maybe people only ask you how you're doin' 

'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they can care 

But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere 

Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear 

Now to see things clear, it's hard enough I know 

While you're waiting for reality to show 

Without dreaming of the perfect love and holding it so far above 

If you stumbled on to someone real, you'd never know 

(You'd never know) 

You could be with somebody who is lonely too 

(Sometimes it doesn't show) 

He might be trying to get across to you 

(Words can be so slow) 

When your own emptiness is all that's getting through 

There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking 

I passed that point long ago 

(Long ago) 

Now I'm so tired of all this circling 

And all these glimpses of the end 

(You know it's useless to pretend) 

That's all the voices say: 

"You'll go right on circling 

Until you've found some kind of friend" 

Well I saw you through the laughter and the noise 

You were talking with the soldiers and the boys 

While they scuffled for your weary smile 

I thought of all the empty miles 

And the years I've spent looking for your eyes 

(Looking for your eyes) 

Now I'm sitting here wondering what to say 

(That you might recognize) 

Afraid that all these words might scare you away 

(And break through the disguise) 

No one ever talks about their feelings anyway 

Without dressing them in dreams and laughter 

I guess it's just too painful otherwise 

Look, it's like you're standing in the window 

Of a house nobody lives in 

And I'm sitting in a car across the way 

(Let's just say) 

It's an early model Chevrolet 

(Let's just say) 

It's a warm and windy day 

You go and pack your sorrow 

Trash man comes tomorrow 

Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away 

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