The Lookout

It's not enough that you were born somewhere, kept away
It's not enough you believe in the same bullshit, indifferent
Spent time walking the lines on the road, but today
Went on a stroll on the outside view

At the lookout
I see myself but no one else
At the lookout

It's a hazard, looking down when there's no one to be found
It's like whenever, whenever I make up my mind to close off anyone I find
It's a tendency, a habit to separate things from what I think isn't me

At the lookout
Everybody's pushing and I'm pushing further away
At the lookout
We seem to be stranded