The Lookout

I can't read these people I can't read their eyes But man alive, I'm glad That I have you You, my lookout on the ground Making music from the broken shit you found Oh man alive, I'm glad Man alive, I'm glad Sitting back home on the old stained couch (Sitting back home on the old stained couch) Two tired-out old dog bones And the moon is coming out What if I had never stumbled into you What if you had never stumbled into me The world as we know it simply wouldn’t be Simply wouldn't be I can't read these people I can't read their eyes But man alive, I'm glad Man alive, I'm glad I found you here some [?]