Footsteps

Don't even think about reachin' me
I won't be home
Don't even think about stoppin' by
Don't think of me at all
I did, what I had to do
If there was a reason, it was you...

Don't even think of gettin' inside
Voices in my head, voices
I got scratches, all over my arms
One for each day, since I fell apart
I did, what I had to do
If there was a reason, it was you...

Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you
Pictures on my test, it was you
It was you...I did, what I had to do
And if there was a reason
Oh, there wasn't no reason, no
And if, there's something you'd like to do
Just let me continue, to blame you
Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you
Pictures on my chest, it was you, you

Shame written lyrics fail to convey the essence of a song properly. Eddie's voice skimming across the words with note perfect intonation.

Spent a lot of time listening to PJ today on the tube and train to & from football. The Capricorn in me wanted to embrace the Capricorn of Sir Eddie of Vedder. Aah and the lazy harmonica. Beautiful.