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