Reflections on a performer singing to his audience

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I was noodling, and I sang "where there are no songs", and i couldn't get it out of my head.

I see the room and everybody looks fine
You're Looking good. Are you looking into my mind
I see an eye Looking back into one of mine
looking inside I wonder what it wants to find

I see a whole scene written for a play that never became
A room full of people believing, and leaving just the same

Do you want to go home?
Do you want to be alone?
Do you want to go back to where
the wind and all the rain and all belongs
Where there are no songs
Where there are no songs

I need to know Why it means so much to me
I need to learn What it is that I want to be
Sometimes it hurts to live inside of me
But then it's good When I think of possibilities

I spend a whole life learning, the candle burning away
It's so confusing why I keep on losing my way

Do you want to go home?
Do you want to be alone?

Do you want to go back to where
the wind and all the rain and all belongs
Where there are no songs
Where there are no songs

So for now I'm singing to the back row
And I hope there's something that you want to know
As You can see I have a little work to do
Can you hear The message that I send to you

I can't help thinking that my ship is sinking today
I'm sorry if I act as if I can't believe what you say

Do I want to go home?
Do I want to be alone?
DO I want to go back to where the wind and all the rain and all belongs
Where there are no songs
Where there are no songs
Where there are no songs
Where there are no songs