(V. Peterson)

He's got a slow, slow ride
Got a camera inside
He takes a picture
Hangs it up to dry

And there's one girl named
And another disclaimed
All the time
You can't help feeling ashamed

Given new reasons to survive
He keeps a number of them alive
There's a warning in the sky
A stranger passing by
And there's more than meets the eye to the guy

When you're so secure
Never feeling unsure
That's the time
To check behind your door

'Cause there's one thing said
When another is meant
He's around
Confusing you 'til the end.

Seeing how changable you feel
Don't think this happiness is real

And it's hard to justify
The tangles you untie
There's more than meets the eye to the guy