And everyone considers it a gift
I wanna try, there's no way it fits
I don't know how I am supposed to feel
I don't know how I am supposed to feel
So, we start over every night
The numbness or whatever diffused light
I don't know how I am supposed to feel
I don't know how I am supposed to feel without a focus
I'm trying, trying every day
But I don't know if perspective ceases to exist
And you look over at me every day
And I look over at you every day
I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait
I don't know how long I'm supposed to wait
Though you're here, I'm still alone inside
I've got no feeling you're nothing but right
It's humbling when I'm here, I cannot lie
I'm humbled here, I mean I'm humbled inside
Without a single image as the focus
I don't know if perspective ceases to exist
I see you try to find a simple place
The little room to get away
But it's too cold and draft your way back there
It's too cold and draft your way back there
And I play records people do away
To find the meaning or the words to say
I don't know how I ever ignored this
I don't know how I ever ignored this without a focus
I'm trying, trying every day
But I don't know if perspective ceases to exist
Without a focus, I'm trying, trying every day
But I don't know if perspective ceases to exist
Sometimes, we drive just to sit and think
For hours and hours and hours and hours
I don't know how I am supposed to feel
You don't know how you are supposed to feel
We overlooked it everyday
A thing of beauty if just went away
I don't know how it ever came to this
I don't know how it ever came to this
Without a Focus was written by Ivan Howard & Kelly Crisp.
Without a Focus was produced by BJ Burton & The Rosebuds & Chris Stamey.