John M. Bricker - Look Through Lyrics

Look right through me
I'll be here while you're gone
Look right through me
I'm not your son, anymore
The sun hits me, catches
Marbles in my head
Walk right past me and you'll
Forget

I saw you screaming in the upper room
I can't seem to forget
I know you're looking for a wishing well
But I just can't help you yet
And if I left you tomorrow would you
Think of me at all?
On the street I'll find myself
Under a gavel fall

Look right through me, I'll be
Waiting for you
Look right through me, I'll be
Here
Look right through me, I'll be
Waiting for you
Look right through me, I'll be
Here
Look right through me, I'll be
Here

Cigarettes and dirt
That's how the street smells here
Me and my fellow mutterers crowd around
The cross walk
A man in a well pressed suit and tie walks by
Glued to his phone, not a chance to talk
I wonder if he knows
He'll join us in a year
A year...

I told that story because I think that's...
I mean, I live in a pretty nice house with a pretty nice family
And people say, you know, what goes around comes around
They talk about kharma and justice and everything
And, uh...
So if kharma was a thing, I...
I think I'd be on the street
Or worse