because, boy, you know im looking for you, but im not sure ill ever find you.
im spending my days watching the different eyes that go by but they all have the wrong angle or the wrong shape or theyre a little too gray instead of the blue that i know youll have. there are too many creases where theyve frowned too many times and are a touch too red from too much alcohol when i know youll have at least some idea of moderation. theyre all wrong because theyre not yours.
and im spending my nights listening to the different laughs riding the airwaves but theyre all the wrong pitch or on the wrong frequency or theyre a little too hoarse when i know youll be all smoke. theyre a little too strained because they dont find life funny at all and theyre a little too loud to cover the cheap tongue wagging behind them when i know youre nothing but genuine. theyre making my ears bleed listening to their imitations.
and boy, cant you see im getting tired of flipping through all of copies? im waiting to hear you playing your guitar on a rooftop or drinking a whiskey-and-coke in the fog or buying a newspaper and sticking it in your back pocket for later. im trying to sniff you out, hunt you down, be patient and wait for you to take the bait.
but, oh, boy, cant you see? im anything but patient.
im getting tired of waiting.