The Ugly In It

I've seen some ugly faces I've thought some ugly thoughts I've lost some ugly battles I never should've fought I've worn some ugly styles I've written ugly songs I've tried to find the places To keep ugly where it belongs It takes a sharp eye and a tender heart To recognize the ugly in it Now you may say that beautiful All boils down to taste That one man's treasure is another's Refuse, trash or waste But me, I've got my spyglass And I'm locked into the world And I'll be just fine so long as I Can spot the ugly girls It takes a sharp eye… I've always heard these voices That never made no sense And I've made a couple choices -- I still come to their defense Now the house is dark, the walls are plain There's sackcloth on the mirrors My face is old, but the cares of old have begun to disappear And the words that define beautiful Have faded into the past So I won't be so struck by the ugly When I finally uncover the glass