Not looking for reasons, not trying to understand
Not trying to catch your eye, not trying to touch your hand
Not trying to show you a part of me no one else can find
But I will bring a song to you, who will buy my time?

The people get philosophical and say there is no future
I am trying to tear myself away from your eyes
The people get philosophical and say there is no future
Nothing is as blinding as your eyes

Not watching the seasons, watching days flow by
No quenchless autumn breezes, late tomorrow skies
Are you frightened by the moment? i softly lie
Where i thought i would always be, i let myself get by

The people
Get by

Not looking for an ending to make the pieces fit
Need is always pending on how much you can get

Get by you now
Get on you now