Magazine (Songwriter On A Train)

Gazes cast from eyes behind a magazine
Sitting, casting actors from the throng
You don't see him
But he sees you

This is the sound of an absent son
Guilty, he fears, of a bond undone
A secret he thinks is his
'Cuz he sends 'em a card every Christmas
And he always will
He needs a great idea
And you fit the bill

This is the sound of a poisoned man
(He thinks he knows you so well)
Muddling through with a drunken plan
(It's not his story to tell)
A secret he thinks is his
'Cuz his work's done on time with a deadline
So he'll always be fine

Gazes cast from eyes behind a magazine
Sitting, casting actors from the throng
You don't see him
While you're busy saving change on gasoline
Unwitting, he is saving you in song
You won't hear it
(So what good'll it do?)

This is the sound of a bitter mom
Stripped of the future she counted on
A secret she thinks is hers
'Cuz she flouts at her neighbors' big houses
And she always will
He needs a great idea
And you fit the bill

This is the sound of a cluttered wife
(He thinks he knows you so well)
Stumbling through her double life
(It's not his story to tell)
A secret she thinks is hers
'Cuz her nights don't collide with the daylight
So she's always alright

Gazes cast from eyes behind a magazine
Sitting, casting actors from the throng
You don't see him
While you're busy saving change on gasoline
Unwitting, he is saving you in song

Brother, he will find you
If he's got a mind to
(Just wait)
Better be resigned to
Leaving it behind you
(Too late)

Mother, he will find you
If he's got a mind to
(Just wait)
Better be resigned to
Leaving it behind you
(Too late)

Brother, he will find you
If he's got a mind to
(Just wait)
Better be resigned to
Leaving it behind you
(Too late)

Mother, he will find you
If he's got a mind to
(Just wait)
Better be resigned to
Leaving it behind you
(Too late)