Finishing The Hat (From "Sunday In The Park With George")
Mademoiselles, you and me, pall, second bottle Ah, she looks for me, bonnet flapping Yapping, ruff, chicken, pastry
Yes, she looks for me, good Let her look for me to tell me why she left me As I always knew she would I had thought she understood They have never understood And no reason that they should But if anybody could
Finishing the hat How you have to finish the hat How you watch the rest of the world From a window While you finish the hat
Mapping out a sky What it feels like, planning a sky How it feels when voices that come Through the window, go Until they distance and die Until there's nothing but sky
And how you're always turning back too late From the grass or the stick Or the dog or the light How the kind of woman willing to wait
Not the kind that you want to find waiting To return you to the night Dizzy from the height Coming from the hat, studying the hat
Entering the world of the hat Reaching through the world of the hat Like a window Back to this one from that
Studying a face Stepping back to look at a face Leaves a little space in the way like a window But to see, it's the only way to see
And when the woman that you wanted goes You can say to yourself, well, I give what I give But the woman who won't wait for you know That however you live
There's a part of you always standing by Mapping out the sky Finishing a hat, starting on a hat Finishing a hat, look I made a hat Where there never was a hat