Lyrics

Furrowed Brow
By Ted Horrell

You’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately
I don’t feel very good about that
And while you say to me it’s nothing really
It’s as if you’re hiding something neath your top hat

Random pauses, distant stares, averted eyes and pregnant pauses
That never quite give birth
Not so very long ago we occupied a common plane
Now you’re in an orbit far from earth

What’s going on behind your furrowed brow?
And are you sure you’re sharing everything?
Can I get to you? And if so, how?
Or have I waited too long?

My attempts to understand leave me with an empty hand
And no more cards from which to draw
A journey into parts unknown, a script with no Rosetta Stone
You’d have me think your head is made of straw

What’s going on behind your furrowed brow?
And are you sure you’re sharing everything?
Can I get to you? And if so, how?
Or have I waited too long?

Something, something? Can’t you give me
A place from which to start
My only hope is to read your mind
Since you’ve turned off you heart

What’s going on behind your furrowed brow?
And are you sure you’re sharing everything?
Can I get to you? And if so, how?
Or have I waited too long?
What’s going on behind your furrowed brow?
Or have I waited too long