Watkins Family Hour - "The Late Show" (Ft. Jackson Browne)

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Director / Producer: Caitlin Gerard
Director of Photography: Brandon Garmen
Camera Operator: Alan Dang
Gaffer: Jesse Mejia
Mixed by Sam Weber and Bryan Brown
Filmed at Hot Shot Muffler in Los Angeles, CA

Lyrics:
Everyone I've ever known has wished me well
Anyway that's how it seems, it's hard to tell
Maybe people only ask you how you're doing
'Cause that's easier than letting on how little they could care
But when you find that you've got a real friend somewhere
Suddenly all the others are so much easier to bear

Now to see things clear it's hard enough I know
When you're waiting for reality to show
Without dreaming of the perfect love
And holding it so far above
That you stumbled onto someone real, you'd never know
You'd never know

You could be with somebody who is lonely too
Sometimes it doesn't show
He might be trying to get across to you
Words can be so slow
When your own emptiness is all that's getting through
There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking
I passed that point long ago
Long ago

I'm so tired of all this circling
And all these glimpses of the end
You know it's useless to pretend
That's all the voices say:
"You'll go right on circling
Until you find some kind of friend"

Well I saw you through the laughter and the noise
You were talking with the soldiers and the boys
While they scuffled for your weary smiles
I thought of all the empty miles
And the years that I've spent looking for your eyes
Looking for your eyes

Now I'm sitting here wondering what to say
That you might recognize
Afraid that all these words might scare you away
And break through the disguise
No one talks about their feelings anyway
Without dressing them in dreams and laughter
I guess it's just too painful otherwise

Look, it's like you're standing in the window
Of a house nobody lives in
And I'm sitting in a car across the way
Let's just say
It's an early model Chevrolet
Let's just say
It's a warm and windy day
You unpack your sorrow
The trash man comes tomorrow
Leave it at the curb and we'll just roll away

Written by Jackson Browne