David's ankles by Turbo Pastel

There's another way of being, I’m reminded, when I find the puzzle on his face
Angry at the world for zipping by us. We’re all the same

Eye to eye I find a man defining
What he seems to think he sees in me
And while it’s true we’re all sums undivided
Leave that summing up for their news reports, and best dressed magazines

Look at you being you beneath that big bright smiling moon
Shine your light on my offenses
Careful what you get yourself into
Look at you being you
Look at you

Angry as an old oak who’s long abided
In ground he found an age ago at least
Tattered from the changing winds of time
Scattering the young amongst his angry roots
A new crowd. Better things

Hurting from a wound he chose to hide
Walking with an air about his ways
Around town he's read as uninviting
It ain't about you son. You and I, we couldn't know a thing

Look at you being you beneath that big bright smiling moon
Shine your light on my offenses
Careful what you get yourself into
Look at you being you
Look at you

Its you, them too
Its you, them too
It’s you

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