Yes, he looks for me, good

Let him look for me


To tell me why he left me


As I always knew he would




I had thought he understood


They have never understood

And no reason that they should


But if anybody could




Finishing the hat


How you have to finish the hat


How you watch the rest of the world

From a window while you finish the hat





Mapping out a sky

What you feel like, planning a sky


What you feel when the voices that come from the window go


Until they distance and die, until there's nothing but sky




And how you're always turning back too late, from the grass


Or the stick or the dog or the light, how the kind of man

Who's willing to waits, not the kind that you want to find waiting


To return you to the night, dizzy from the height




Coming from the hat, studying the hat


Entering the world of the hat


Reaching through the world of the hat like a window

Back to this one from that





Studying the face, stepping back to look at a face

Leaves a little space in the way


Like a window but to see


It's the only way to see




And when the one man that you wanted goes


You can say to yourself, "Well, I'd give what I'd give"

But the one man who won't wait for you knows


That however you live, there's a part of you




Always standing by, mapping out the sky

Finishing the hat, starting on a hat

Finishing a hat, look, I made a hat


Where there never was a hat