There's nothing good about that look
I see it in your eyes and bite my lip
make that little sound my grandfather used to make
Two little pulls of air between front teeth and tongue
As if to say, "too bad" or "awe shucks"
That's the best I can do
It's regrettable but oh so forgivable
There's nothing more to give you
There's no more that anyone can
A fact I know because I know the look so well
A look I never knew until I saw it leaving me
Now I see it everywhere I look
and I remember the feeling
I think I always had it and thought I was alone
Without it I appear alone and feel alone,
yet know different
We are an odd bunch
all of us
So many stuck in the corners
UnAware of the stage
UnAware of the show
just a turn away
a party we are a part of
All of us
A strange group, indeed
I wish you could see us
But I know that look and you are not alone
I wish I could tell you
Maybe you already know
How would I know
You could never tell and I'd never believe
A strange group we are
All of us