Tribe Outside
(Greg) Through the windshield, on the footbridge They cling to each other at the close of day They've not a care for the crush of traffic Their captive audience, they say Look we've each other What more could we ask for We're right where we want to be We're right where we want to be And my heart skips and I twist a little And the light's green and I drive away I think who knows What it is what it might be I know anything goes I've been there don't remind me All kinds of twisted thoughts Swirling through her head She's already wondering about the baby And look at him, watch his eyes Who knows could be He's already gone for the weekend in his mind So here I am All on my own Looking around Sun is shining In all directions And now I feel The wave inside And now I feel The wave inside I'll hide my smile
