John K. Samson Sympathetic Smile
An open window shows the stars shine well up there
I clear my throat to hear some sound
And think of falling out into the open air
Blue-black sky and cold, familiar ground
Something always pulls me back
Something always pulls me back
Something always seems to come along despite the, despite the
Blow up dolls of superheroes, sad sound-bitten lives
These crowded streets of empty faces, loneliness and lies
I'm waiting for some sympathetic smile
I'm confident it's just another mile
I stay up thirty hours waiting for a sign
Stilted sunlight pulled through old, venetian blinds
Lost cause, a pregnant pause, a shiver when I wake
To perseverance wearing thin through all the noise I make
Something always pulls me back
Something always pulls me back
Something always seems to come along despite the, despite the
Blow up dolls of superheroes, sad sound-bitten lives
These crowded streets of empty faces, loneliness and lies
I'm waiting for some sympathetic smile
I'm confident it's just another mile
I'm waiting for your sympathetic smile
I'm confident it's just another mile
