I Won't Run From It

Now, look at that road Look at that climb When it's throwing in a nickel or get out a dime Too patterned, too close Too flattered, too broke Now look at you go Took the morning to float Took the morning to find I got a vision of a mission but an awkward vibe Too livid, too scared Too loving, too closed Now look at you know When the cause is on dead arrival And you coulda shoulda woulda for free Now look at your post script, every minute It's a very slow thing to have glean, ah So maybe you know Or maybe you don't It isn't time for a fitting of a passing cloak Too forward, too fine Too patient, too wise Now look at you shine Took the matter to house Too the matter to mouth With the feeling that I'm fishing in a harbor now Too clever, too kind Too patterned to hide Now, look at that smile So when the 'cause ain't dead on arrival And you couldn't shouldn't wouldn't for free Do not hang your cause on revival 'Cause now looking is bringing you grief So when the cause is dead on arrival And you coulda shoulda woulda for free I wouldn't have forced it on the minute It's a very hard thing to have grief Ah give it a minute, we're dancing in it