Hard to Define -

Good shoes, fake smile

Gonna be out for the night

Thinking of what the fawn brought

Cut time, cut away in the break

Of an angel’s sign on my end

It’s a hard day for a melody to take me away

I’ll wait in the car and count the change

The look-ats, who for 'cause I’m going home

To the days and the gold

And the Why-ats catch thee own

Go easy on the reasons

You thought I would be

Too hard to define

Which, back in the cans

Shooting off of a cliff

You ran as it came

It’s a wing right over seven days or over weeks

We’re riding too hard to catch its theme

Your face in two bars, I at to see

The wide open sea and the skies underneath