| Been walking these streets
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| Been deciding what’s true
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| Been hands in my pockets
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| Coat collar up, thinking 'bout you
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| I’ve been talking to myself
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| Giving fate the third degree
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| I’ve been eyes on the pavement
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| Admitting my part to strangers passing me
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| And I know it isn’t fair
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| But nothing’s ever been
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| Hey when you look at me baby
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| My God how I feel so good again
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| I don’t know where I went wrong
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| But it isn’t right to lie
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| Hey when you look at me baby
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| My heart’s wide open, naked to the eye
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| Now some lovers are apart
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| But they’re never far away
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| I can see her in your eyes
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| Hear her in your voice and I have to turn away
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| Oh what covet is to ache
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| Is what aching is to me
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| For the arms of a man who knows who I am
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| And where I need to be
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| And if I know what I know
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| Then the lonely can’t pretend
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| When you look at me baby
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| My God how I feel so whole again
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| Is there heaven after all
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| Or just this empty space
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| That no amount of time
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| Nor comfort in its hands
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| Can ever help me face
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| Which is worse is yet to come
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| Your rebuff or my resign
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| Hey when you look at me baby
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| I’m helpless as a child, naked to the eye
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| It’s like a fever and a spell
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| Unbroken by a sigh
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| Oh when you look at me baby
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| I’m going nowhere just naked to the eye
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| Yeah when you look at me baby
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| Every thing’s there, naked to the eye
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| Hey when you look at me baby
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| I haven’t got a prayer, naked to the eye |