Mr. Weaver

Hey Mr. Seaver, can’t you see
That ol’ man Mr. Weaver’s been looking at me
I better look inside myself to find my friend
I better look like someone else, the circle never ends

Or you can fly away, to where you eyes aren’t grey
Until you fly away, you’re ours

I’ve been thinking to myself, I better change my ways
But the mirror says a lie and leaves my mind circling in a haze

Maybe I look today at myself
And maybe I can take it in like my smoke, and say,
My father’s been wiggling squiggly eyes at me

Or you can fly away, to where you eyes aren’t grey
Until you fly away, you’re ours