Vision of you

You are late
But everyone is looking at you
You are not trying to impress
No, not at all
It’s not you.
That’s my vision of you

You are shy
But you smile
And then slowly dissolve in the crowd
Where you don’t gel
Well, well
It’s not you
That’s my vision of you

You shake the air out of your hair
And that’s probably enough to tell
The weather will change
Sometime soon
You won’t agree I know
It’s not you
That’s my vision of you