There’s a darkness in your eyes 
That catches me by surprise
It happens when you look up from your guitar
And I can see into what you are
Then moving turning heads
Scanning scenes and raking dread
Singing of the moment you take her to bed 
And I’m sitting here wishing it was me instead
But the moment moves on like the lilt in your voice
And I can’t agree with you because I’m not pro choice
And you’re standing in the street and you’re tweeting up a storm
But I just keep thinking of what it must be like to be unborn
To be warm in the room, with heat on every side
And some scientists say you’re not really alive
Til you come out, all guns blazing
Screaming with the mother who you’re going to be raising
And I can’t kneel and break a twig on the ground
Without knowing reverence or the reverb of the sound
And they’re plucking all the strings and laying chords in line
But that is not what makes real music beat in time
Now the gravel is crunching underneath my feet
These people I admire that I would love to meet
To sit down and talk with and see from their point of view
I know we are different but I walk the avenue