Just Out Of View - Blake Mills

作词：Blake Mills

作曲：Blake Mills

A queue that wore the mark of her thumbnail

Has been pulled down from the wall

Daring the billiard ball to bait it's own narrow trap

The young one finds the doorman quite good looking

He considers me a fag

Because he's the judge of all that

He and maybe a dozen bros

That have been unloved by their dads

The young one goes to gather all her catcalls

I'll play dead through every song

That ever tried to write those wrongs

That will start a talk we don't wanna have

I see the mark from that little thumbnail

Now she's done with me

Just look at what she's done to me

Out of sight without a mind

Like a mess in a room you don't see

Layin' in the queue just out of view