Gift

I know it’s getting harder not to be around But if the trouble’s wasted, your shadow’s on the ground And when you look into my eyes and tell me why I’m happily abandoned - your shadow’s doing fine The gift that now belongs to me, I hold up high A dull misunderstanding that leads into a fight See what you can’t see Know what I now know I think about it all the time - I hope it shows We rarely get to be there - that’s just the way it goes And with this sip, I’ve come between you and your law The trouble wasn’t wasted - I’ll see you in the fall