Finishing the Hat Sunday in the Park with George

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 you feel like, planning a sky
How you feel 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 knows
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