B.A. - Unsteady

Why do you stare at me?

It makes me wonder,

When I look back at you, you don’t look any longer.

Why do you stare at me?

It doesn’t matter,

I catch you pointing at me with your little finger.

A million people in this city, but you look at me.

I’m not a viewpoint in your travel guide of sights to see.

Why do you stare at me?

Is there a problem?

Is something wrong or is it my imagination?

Why do you stare at me?

What’s the solution?

Am I so strange that you would give me your attention?

A million people in this city, but you look at me.

I’m not a viewpoint in your travel guide of sights to see.

Living life oblivious, you don’t know what it meant,

Like a dazed spectator to a traffic accident.

Why do you stare at me?

I’ve got to know why.

I catch you rubberneckin' every time I walk by.

Why do you stare at me?

You’ve got the wrong guy.

I’m gonna turn around and choke you with your necktie!

A million people in this city, but you look at me.

I’m not a viewpoint in your travel guide of sights to see.

Living life oblivious, you don’t know what it meant,

Like a dazed spectator to a traffic accident.

Is it my nose, or my eyes, or my hair, or my glasses?

Belt, or my pins, or my rings, or my patches?

Is it my hat, or my shirt, or my jeans, or my ledgers?

Socks, or my slacks, or my fly, or my bracelets?

Is it my nose, or my eyes, or my hair, or my glasses?

Belt, or my pins, or my rings, or my patches?

Is it my hat, or my shirt, or my jeans, or my ledgers?

Socks, or my slacks, or my fly, or my bracelets?

It’s those jacked up shoes pal!