| Standing on a stage |
| Struggling to get his instrument in tune |
| People throwing vegetables and calling him a fraud |
| As they fall out of the room |
| He awakes at night with the fear |
| That this all might just disappear |
| But it scares him just the same |
| To think that his could all remain |
| Understanding why |
| We do what we do |
| Why we put ourselves |
| What we put ourselves through |
| When there’s no longer comfort |
| In your comfort zone |
| And you feel |
| Like you’re all alone |
| Self absorption never ending |
| Still the truth it keeps on bending |
| Feel like I’m pretending |
| To be something that I’m not |
| I gotta smooth it like Al Greene |
| Get funky like J. B |
| Then stand up on my own two feet |
| And learn how to be me |
| I’m contradicting myself |
| I’m stealing from the past |
| I’m trying to slow it down |
| Because it feels like it’s too fast |
| And I’m awaking with the fear |
| That this all might disappear |
| But it scares me just the same |
| To think that this could all remain |
| Understanding why |
| We do what we do |
| Why we put ourselves |
| What we put ourselves through |
| When there’s no longer comfort |
| In your comfort zone |
| And you feel |
| Like you’re all alone |
| Like you’re all alone |
| All alone |
| All alone |
| Understanding why |
| We do what we do |
| Why we put ourselves |
| What we put ourselves through |
| When there’s no longer comfort |
| In your comfort zone |
| And you feel |
| Like you’re all alone |
| Well you’re not alone |
| Not alone |
| No you’re not alone anymore |
| Anymore |
| Anymore |
| Anymore |