The People Metric

Not looking for reason, not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?

Not looking for reason, not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?

People get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eyes
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eyes

Not watching the seasons, watching days flow by
No quenchless autumn breezes, late tomorrow skies
Are you frightened by the moments, how they softly lie
Where I thought I would always be, I let myself get by

People get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eyes
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eyes

The people get by, the people get by
The people get by, the people get by
Get by, get by, get by, get by...