| Song | Look Around |
| Artist | Blues Traveler |
| Album | Four |
| Lyrics:John Popper Music:John Popper | |
| You'll get no answer from me | |
| About what I want or what I get | |
| Brave enough to speak afraid to see | |
| Confuse the issue till you forget | |
| And I've tried | |
| To finally decide | |
| Why | |
| I'm in your face | |
| And if you can't already tell | |
| I am unable to let things go | |
| I'm told I do it very well | |
| But more important you should know | |
| That all the same | |
| You've got no one to blame | |
| But yourself | |
| If you call that a waste | |
| Cause it ain't me | |
| That's been hurting you inside | |
| And if you've learned | |
| You'll know much more than I | |
| That you're gonna have to go and find it | |
| You'll have to dig beneath the ground | |
| You'll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
| That kept you on your own | |
| And simply put them down | |
| You're gonna have to look around | |
| You'll get no answer from me | |
| About what I get or what I want | |
| That was enough to make her leave | |
| She's not the first one come and gone | |
| And I don't care | |
| Buyer beware | |
| Of me | |
| Cause it might get rough | |
| If you want peace then live alone | |
| If you wanna hide then find a stage | |
| Each a brief but perfect home | |
| To accommodate your rage | |
| And sometimes | |
| In the midst of all my crimes | |
| I feel lost | |
| Or have I lost enough | |
| Remaining friends | |
| Remind me as they say | |
| It's up to you | |
| The things you throw away | |
| And still you're gonna have to go and find it | |
| You'll have to dig beneath the ground | |
| You'll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
| That kept you on your own | |
| And simply put them down | |
| You're gonna have to look around | |
| You're gonna have to look around | |
| You're gonna have to look around |
| Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper | |
| You' ll get no answer from me | |
| About what I want or what I get | |
| Brave enough to speak afraid to see | |
| Confuse the issue till you forget | |
| And I' ve tried | |
| To finally decide | |
| Why | |
| I' m in your face | |
| And if you can' t already tell | |
| I am unable to let things go | |
| I' m told I do it very well | |
| But more important you should know | |
| That all the same | |
| You' ve got no one to blame | |
| But yourself | |
| If you call that a waste | |
| Cause it ain' t me | |
| That' s been hurting you inside | |
| And if you' ve learned | |
| You' ll know much more than I | |
| That you' re gonna have to go and find it | |
| You' ll have to dig beneath the ground | |
| You' ll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
| That kept you on your own | |
| And simply put them down | |
| You' re gonna have to look around | |
| You' ll get no answer from me | |
| About what I get or what I want | |
| That was enough to make her leave | |
| She' s not the first one come and gone | |
| And I don' t care | |
| Buyer beware | |
| Of me | |
| Cause it might get rough | |
| If you want peace then live alone | |
| If you wanna hide then find a stage | |
| Each a brief but perfect home | |
| To accommodate your rage | |
| And sometimes | |
| In the midst of all my crimes | |
| I feel lost | |
| Or have I lost enough | |
| Remaining friends | |
| Remind me as they say | |
| It' s up to you | |
| The things you throw away | |
| And still you' re gonna have to go and find it | |
| You' ll have to dig beneath the ground | |
| You' ll have to unearth every ugly stone | |
| That kept you on your own | |
| And simply put them down | |
| You' re gonna have to look around | |
| You' re gonna have to look around | |
| You' re gonna have to look around |