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Jackson Browne - The Late Show

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Everyone Ive ever known has wished me well

Anyway thats how it seems, its hard to tell

Maybe people only ask you how youre doing

cause thats easier than letting on how little they could care

But when you know that youve got a real friend somewhere

Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear



Now to see things clear its hard enough I know

While youre waiting for reality to show

Without dreaming of the perfect love

And holding it so far above

That if you stumbled onto someone real, youd never know

(youd never know)

You could be with somebody who is lonely too

(sometimes it doesnt show)

He might be trying to get across to you

(words can be so slow)

When your own emptiness is all thats getting through

There comes a point when youre not sure why youre still talking

I passed that point long ago

(long ago)

Now Im so tired of all this circling

And all these glimpses of the end

(you know its useless to pretend)

Thats all the voices say:

"youll go right on circling

Until youve found some kind of friend"



i saw you through the laughter and the noise

You were talking with the soldiers and the boys

While they scuffled for your weary smiles

I thought of all the empty miles

And the years that Ive spent looking for your eyes

(looking for your eyes)

And now Im 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 its just too painful otherwise



Look--

Its like youre standing in the window

Of a house nobody lives in

And Im sitting in a car across the way

(lets just say)

Its an early model chevrolet

(lets just say)

Its a warm and windy day

You go and pack your sorrow

The trash man comes tomorrow

Leave it at the curb and well just roll away

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