For an hour every year Sitting in his comfortable chair His instruments Controlling my refractive state By changing settings Reading the letters on the chart Change eye and take it from the stars Shifting lenses Itâs better this way or that A perfect vision Every hour that she's here I see her sitting in my comfortable chair No instruments Could control our delicate state Weâre changing settings And because of the tears in my eyes I saw her leaving out of focus Because of the tears in my eyes I saw her leaving out of focus Because of the tears in my eyes I saw her leaving out of focus