[Intro - structure loosening, a wrong turn] I took a left Instead of a right Not on purpose Just forgot Which one was mine [Verse 1 - disoriented, curious, tentative] Thirty years of knowing Exactly where to stand Exactly what to say Exactly how to land Then one Tuesday I missed my stop Kept riding Just to see what happened If I didn't get off Nothing happened That's the thing Nothing happened And the nothing Felt like everything [Pre-Chorus - vertigo] No one told me What comes after the script No one said The silence between lines Could feel like this Not empty Not quiet Just... open In a way that made me dizzy [Chorus - wonder and fear] Off book No lines No blocking No marks on the floor Off book No cue No curtain Just a door And I don't know my lines I don't know where to stand Off book For the first time And I can't feel my hands [Verse 2 - Goji District, wandering] Found a street I'd never walked Full of things I'd never choose Gallery with paint still wet Bar with someone's worn-out shoes Nailed above the doorframe Like a prayer I ordered something I couldn't pronounce Sat at a table That wasn't reserved For once Nothing was reserved A woman with paint Under her fingernails Put a glass in my hand Before I finished speaking And said "You look like you need to feel something" I didn't know That was an option [Pre-Chorus - the crack widens] I sat there for an hour Didn't check my phone Didn't check the time Didn't check If I was doing it right Just sat In a room full of people Who weren't performing And I thought Oh So this is what that looks like [Chorus] Off book No score No measure No rest where they told me to breathe Off book No role No costume Just me in a room Being seen And I don't know my lines Don't know who I'm supposed to be Off book For the first time And someone's looking at me [Bridge - intimate, almost whispered] I almost cried In a bar in Goji District On a Tuesday Over nothing Over everything Over thirty years Of knowing every note And never once choosing The song (pause) I went back the next week And the week after Didn't tell anyone Didn't know what to call it Didn't know what I was looking for Just that the script was gone And my hands Were shaking And I kept going back To the place Where nobody asked me to perform [Final Chorus - lighter, something opening] Off book No plan No safety net No map Off book Just me And a room That doesn't need me To be anything I'm not I don't know my lines I don't know the ending Off book And terrified But I went back I keep going back That has to mean something [Outro - quiet, a door] Éclat I couldn't even pronounce it The first time But I keep walking through the door And nobody asks For my name My credentials My résumé They just say Sit anywhere And I do
