Text: Suzanne Vega. 99.9F. Rock in This Pocket.

Excuse me if I may
Turn your attention my way
One moment I won't plead
It isn't much, it's what I need

And what's so small to you
Is so large to me
If it's the last thing I do
I'll make you see

If you turn from me you darken my sun
You snap that thin thread I call my horizon
And I'd like to remind you of something small
That the rock in this pocket could cause your fall

And what's so small to you
Is so large to me
If it's the last thing I do
I'll make you see

So small to you
And so large to me
If it's the last thing I do
I'll make you see

I might be out like a light extinguished in the throw
But I'll hit my mark and you'll know
Because I'm really well acquainted with the span of your brow
And if you didn't know me then you'll know me now
You'll know me now

And what's so small to you
Is so large to me
If it's the last thing I do
I'll make you see

So small to you
And so large to me
If it's the last thing I do
I'll make you see
Make you see make you see