Trade Paper Song

A look to the right and I see you down. You take a sniff of the air and you brush it outta your nose. Pretending in the next phrase to say that it don't stink so bad no more. That's how I know you are and that's what sends me reelin'. It wouldn't mean nothin' if times were different and ways weren't tight. But I'd still be lookin' back and back. There's still no way of knowin'.