On to you

I chanced upon the libraries
That once dwelled in your head
I looked through the depths
That hid in your little shed
I pretended to be blind
Never wondrin’ what I’d do
Just hoping that I’d know it
When everything comes down to you
Once again, it all seemed shallow
Just trying to write a song
Wanting to come across
These bridges that grew long
I craved not for a sigh
But a window to your mind
A little less than a mystery
That I’ve seen through your eyes
When inspiration has gone to hoping
And realizing what was true
I reached my pocket for a listing
Of the things that lead me to you