The Lookout

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 shit 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