The Late Show

<br>Everyone I`ve ever known has wished me well<br>Anyway that`s how it seems, it`s hard to tell<br>Maybe people only ask you how you`re doin`<br>`Cause that`s easier than letting on how little they can care<br>But when you know that you`ve got a real friend somewhere<br>Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear<br>Now to see things clear, it`s hard enough I know<br>While you`re waiting for reality to show<br>Without dreaming of the perfect love and holding it so far above<br>If you stumbled on to someone real, you`d never know<br>(You`d never know)<br>You could be with somebody who is lonely too<br>(Sometimes it doesn`t show)<br>He might be trying to get across to you<br>(Words can be so slow)<br>When your own emptiness is all that`s getting through<br>There comes a point when you`re not sure why you`re still talking<br>I passed that point long ago<br>(Long ago)<br>Now I`m so tired of all this circling<br>And all these glimpses of the end<br>(You know it`s useless to pretend)<br>That`s all the voices say:<br>"You`ll go right on circling<br>Until you`ve found some kind of friend"<br>Well I saw you through the laughter and the noise<br>You were talking with the soldiers and the boys<br>While they scuffled for your weary smile<br>I thought of all the empty miles<br>And the years I`ve spent looking for your eyes<br>(Looking for your eyes)<br>Now I`m sitting here wondering what to say<br>(That you might recognize)<br>Afraid that all these words might scare you away<br>(And break through the disguise)<br>No one ever talks about their feelings anyway<br>Without dressing them in dreams and laughter<br>I guess it`s just too painful otherwise<br>Look, it`s like you`re standing in the window<br>Of a house nobody lives in<br>And I`m sitting in a car across the way<br>(Let`s just say)<br>It`s an early model Chevrolet<br>(Let`s just say)<br>It`s a warm and windy day<br>You go and pack your sorrow<br>Trash man comes tomorrow<br>Leave it at the curb and we`ll just roll away