My Morning Jacket - Librarian

Walk across the courtyard, towards the library
I can hear the insects buzz and the leaves 'neath my feet

Ramble up the stairwell, into the hall of books
Since we got the interweb these hardly get used

Duck into the men's room combing thru my hair
When god gave us mirrors he had no idea

Looking for a lesson in the periodicals
There I spy you listening to the AM radio

Karen of the carpenters- singing in the rain
Another lovely victim of the mirror's evil way

It's not like you're not trying, with a pencil in your har
To defy the beauty the good lord put in there

Simple little bookworm- buried underneath
Is the sexiest librarian take off those glasses and let down your hair for me

So I watch you thru the bookcase- imaging a scene:
You and I at dinner, spending time, then to sleep

And what then would I say to you- lying there in bed?
These words, with a kiss, I would plant in your head:

"what is it inside our heads that makes us do the opposite?
Makes us do the opposite of what's right for us?
Cause everything'd be grrreat and everything'd be good
If everybody gave like everybody could"