resolved: we’re on the wheel
and pain is the main thing we feel
resolved: the petty fates
mean to trap us in our hungers and our hates
but you free me
when i see you walking by
you free me
like looking at the sky
you free me
couldn’t tell you how or why
you’re a kind of exception
i’ve loved
or i thought i was loving
i’ve lived
or so it seemed, at the time
myself
i have trouble forgiving
for all the ways i’ve tarnished
my own shine
may i ask you
a personal question
have you had
a real bad day
don’t know why
your complaints and confessions
make me feel
less far away
you see me
when you look me in the eye
you see me
like looking at the sky
you see me
couldn’t tell you how or why
you’re a kind of exception