Something In Your Eyes

Push is gonna come to shove, and I’m a-takin’ off my gloves
You’re gonna feel my knuckles
It’s a marathon and not a sprint, baby, can’t you take a hint?
Your knees are gonna buckle

It’s not the first time, won’t be the last
It was a good time, but now it’s all in the past

There’s something in your eyes, there’s something in your eyes
I’d walk a million miles, I’d write a thousand novels, I’d dig a hundred tunnels

A disease that can’t be cured, I can feel the weight of your words
As heavy as a boulder
I wish I could collect my thoughts, and nail ‘em to a big old cross
I carry on my shoulders

…with a paper shovel
I’d judge a billion trials
With a feather gavel
Get on my knees on grovel