From The Observatory - Swingin Utters

I want to tell you how it’s been but I’m not too sure about it myself

I’ve tried to call time and time again but I misdialed, then stopped myself

Now I feel like I’m on trial for the inconvenience

I caught the train in a downtown rain and I swear I saw your face

As I peered out through the window’s stains I swear I saw your face

I’m not waiting for the world to grab me by the balls

And hold until I surrender weeping

I suppose I could say I’ve missed your ways and I wish that we could meet again

someday

I know it’s not a crime to wait but I ain’t standing here forever

The lighthouse sits as an attraction for tourists it’s been out of work for

years

It seems I think it’s a bed and breakfast it’s automated

Been reconstructed no storied old man working in it

I’m just looking for it all I’m not trying to hide it

I’m just looking for my own and anything to keep that’s sacred

I’ll just stick around and wait for some kind of Judgment Day