THE LATE SHOW - Jackson Browne

    Everyone I've ever known has wished me well
    Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
    Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
    'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they could care
    But when you know that you've got a real friend somewhere
    Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear

    Now to see things clear it's hard enough I know
    While you're waiting for reality to show
    Without dreaming of the perfect love
    And holding it so far above
    That if you stumbled onto someone real, you'd never know
    (You'd never know)
    You could be with somebody who is lonely too
    (Sometimes it doesn't show)
    He might be trying to get across to you
    (Words can be so slow)
    When your own emptiness is all that's getting through
    There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking
    I passed that point long ago
    (Long ago)
    Now I'm so tired of all this circling
    And all these glimpses of the end
    (You know it's useless to pretend)
    That's all the voices say:
    "You'll go right on circling
    Until you've 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 I've spent looking for your eyes
    (Looking for your eyes)
    And now I'm 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 it's just too painful otherwise

    It's like you're standing in the window
    Of a house nobody lives in
    And I'm sitting in a car across the way
    (Let's just say)
    It's an early model Chevrolet
    (Let's just say)
    It's a warm and windy day
    You go and pack your sorrow
    The trash man comes tomorrow
    Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away


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