Mason Proper A Chance Encounter
Driving through my hometown all alone
I came across someone I used to know
Down on hands and knees, she seems to be
Looking for something
Walking up from down by Setter's Pier
I said "Hello, what's going on down there?"
She looks up and sighs. She wipes her eyes
She has lost her lens
You don't need them anymore, my dear
See it for yourself, your eyes are clear
She peers around at scenery and such
I tell her, "See? It doesn't blur that much."
Turns once more to me... "Oh, please don't leave."
She has missed my point
You don't need them anymore, my dear
See it for yourself, your eyes are clear
Sometimes disability is only in your mind
We just like to think that we're not fine
Driving through my hometown all alone (all alone, all alone)
Driving through my hometown all alone (all alone, all alone)
All alone, all alone