I Won’t Run From It

Now, look at that road

Look at that climb

When it's throwing in a nickel you’ll get out a dime

Too patterned, too close

Too flattered, too broke

Now look at you go

Took the morning to float

Took the morning to find

I got a vision of a mission but an awkward vibe

Too livid, too scared

Too loving, too closed

Now look at you know

When the 'cause is dead on arrival

And you coulda shoulda woulda for free

Now look at your post script, every minute

It's a very slow thing to have glean

So maybe you know

Or maybe you don't

It isn’t time for a fitting of a passing cloak

Too forward, too fine

Too patient, too wise

Now look at you shine

Took the matter to house

Took the matter to mouth

With the feeling that I'm fishing in a harbor now

Too clever, too kind

Too patterned to hide

Now, look at that smile

So when the 'cause ain't dead on arrival

And you coulda shoulda woulda for free

Do not hang your 'cause on revival

'Cause now looking is bringing you grief

So when the 'cause is dead on arrival

And you coulda shoulda woulda for free

I wouldn’t have forced it on the minute

It's a very hard thing to have grief

Ah give it a minute, we're dancing in it