I Won't Run From It

Now, look at that road
 Look at that climb
 When it's throwing in a nickel, or get out a dime
 Too patterned, too close
 Too flattered, too broke
 Now, look at you go
 Took the morning to float
 Took the morning to find
 I got a vision of a mission, but an awkward vibe
 Too livid, too scared
 Too loving, too closed
 Now, look at you know
 When the cause is dead on arrival
 And you coulda, shoulda, woulda for free
 Now look at your postscript every minute
 It's a very slow thing to have glean, no
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 So, maybe you know
 Or maybe you don't
 It isn't time for a fitting of a passing cloak
 Too forward, too fine
 Too patient, too wise
 Now, look at you shine
 Took the matter to house
 Took the matter to mouth
 With the feeling that I'm fishing in a harbour now
 Too clever, too kind
 Too patterned to hide
 Now, look at that smile
 So, when the cause ain't dead on arrival
 And you couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't for free
 Do not hang your cause on revival
 'Cause now looking is bringing you grief
 So, when the cause is dead on arrival
 And you couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't for free
 I wouldn't have forced it on the minute
 Well, it's a very hard thing to have grief
 Oh, give it a minute
 We're dancing in it