Green Eyes from 100/0 by Tom Emerson

There’s people I don’t know,
Sonder in their faces from the stories they are tracing out.
While I buy another’s, so it goes
In tones, on the radio.
And some they don’t,
No mirror can be near us in this smoke,
Hear them struggle with the word is home,
And so, this place is sometimes safe, they're always broke.

These green eyes, They’ve seen some things.
Just enough to know we ain’t seen anything.
I mean I, I’ve seen your spring
Fallin' in winter when summer ain’t worth anything
I mean I, I’ve seen some things.
Through these green eyes.

There’s questions I won’t ask,
Pondering statements their mistakes they are erasing now.
By a mother’s, name for home,
A stones throw, but still alone
And some get stoned,
No mirror can be near us in this smoke.
Hear them struggle with the word is home,
So, this place is sometimes safe they’re alway broke.

These green eyes, They’ve seen some things.
Just enough to know we ain’t seen anything.
I mean I, I’ve seen your spring
Fallin' in winter when summer ain’t worth anything
I mean I, I’ve seen some things.
Through these green eyes.

Don't hear them struggle when we're here at home,
No place for safety waiting for 'em, oh we know.
Green eyes.

These green eyes, They’ve seen some things.
Just enough to know we ain’t seen anything.
I mean I, I’ve seen your spring
Fallin' in winter when summer ain’t worth anything
I mean I, I’ve seen some things.
Through these green eyes.
Seen some things.
Green eyes.
Through these.
Through these green eyes.

• 603
• EP
• NH Music
• Pop
• acoustic
• folk pop
• singer-songwriter
• Kittery