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When I really try
I can feel my feet on the floor
But most of the time
I can’t even remember myself
It’s all the play
Just one long scene
The doorbell always rings
At the same time
Here we go
Page 39
I’m waiting for the postman
He’s a friend of mine
Let’s divide it up
We’ll put it in three’s
My friend gave me a box
But I won’t open it
And lights out
Now bring up the band
Center stage is Earth
Stage right can be heaven
I guess the left will have to be hell
Yeah
I wish it were Faust
And the chairs were wood
Can you see the angels all around?
The present is here and now
Darkness draws strange silhouettes on the shadowed walls of human minds
What a line
Balanced in the moment
The stream of events rushes onward
Caught in the wake of eternity
I swim upstream
The moment that lasts is now
And
here I am
Center stage
And here I am
Center stage
Now I do it all the time…
