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