Look at You Now
Words and Music by Thomas Gannett
Well, look at you now.
I seem to recall
you once looked to me
for validity.
But then the winds of change
blew your mind, made you strange,
and I did not know you;
I had to let go.
Love was ours to fail:
you lost it all in a short sale.
Now wouldn't it really be cool to know
how bitter the chill winds still blow?
Well, what do you know?
Have you got something to show
for breaking my heart?
Did you trade up for your part?
Seems the sands of time
at the scene of the crime
now betray your return:
you can steal, but you don't learn.
Just look around:
nothing here not locked down.
Now you just cover your tracks, disavow all blame,
and go back the way that you came.
So we meet again.
How have you been?
Been a long while
since last I saw you smile.
The seed that starts
in the wayside of young hearts
must vie for the light
with vanity like night.
Love that grows there
is wondrous brief, but fair.
But hasn't it really been good to see—
remembering just you and me?