Know It To See It - The Weather Station

Take your bag, get in the car, get in the car

And drive it

Somewhere quiet

Where you can sit at the wheel for a real short minute, smoking a cigarette

Cause it’s time for it to leave you and you know it will go

It’s long gone tucked under brush and scrub, overland, roadless

Slipping through fences

I know it to see it, I see it all the time

You felt small and free like a kid, cause now it don’t care what you did

Or what you might do

You felt light, and somehow see through…

It’s not love, it’s not cause of love

It’s not a blessing or a curse, I don’t know what it is

But I know it to see it, and I know it when I don’t see it

And I don’t see it in you