Light Catches Your Face (The Ark, Ann Arbor)

The dog-eared Disprin, in your handbag

A gathering of crumbs and, twenty fags

I'd steal some chewing gum, a few stray coins

I'm sure you noticed but didn't much mind

Haaah

And so it goes

Haaah

Here I am, in the condiment aisle

I'm worried about my basil from Israel and new world wine

I need to lose these poses, reset my charms

To when I left the factory in your arms

Singing haaah

Haaoh

And so it goes

But the words on the page start to swim

As light catches your face you're smiling

This must be what all the fuss is about

Haaoh

Haaoh

Haaoh

You're trying to talk to me, all grateful and smiles

I'm glued to the TV giving one word replies

It's small and shameful it's a poor show

Beat myself up on the way home and go crying to my girl

And so it goes

Yeah so it goes

Yeah so it goes

But the words on the page start to swim

As light catches your face you're smiling

This must be what all the fuss is about X2