John Awakes

[Spoken acapella Dialogue] A man came to himself face down on a road He strode to a high walk above the sea He turned to look over the city There were no cranes No construction works but It felt unfinished, barely there Like a dream that was just holding on [End Spoken Dialogue] [guitar intro] [Chorus] What am I doing here How did I get here What is there for me What more can I be? [Verse 1] I walk the streets Every face I meet Downcast and grim Eyes flicker, dim I need a place of my own In this mist shrouded town [Violin refrain] [Verse 2] I found houses neat and clean Empty inside no people within Signs on the door, come on in They were furnished and stocked Even clothes and shoes, I was shocked What could all this mean? [violin solo] [Verse 3] I picked one at random I found two beds in tandem I flopped on one tired and spent I woke in the night, my ears bent A knock on the door, a shiver My voice wouldn’t come not a quiver [spoken dialogue] For what seemed like hours This knocking came “May I come in?” it spoke “I need to use your phone,” I couldn’t move any closer to the door My feet rooted [end dialogue] [Verse 4] Over the air a bell clear sound A voice so clean did resound No words just tone [Acapella] Oooohooooh ahhhhaaaahm [end acapella] It took the shiver from my bones I found my voice to say “GO, AWAY!” [violin Refrain] [Chorus] What am I doing here How did I get here What is there for me What more can I be? [Verse 5] Whatever it was ran away I never saw it that day Nor did I find that voice It left me no choice I had to stand and fight It just felt right [guitar solo] [Verse 6] After that I started to see Images in my mind, is that me? Who I am came Memories fanned the flames John Rolland, I died before I want to know more [Bridge] John fought on He felt he was a pawn Never liking being told Never again would he fold To make things right In this unfinished city [Spoken acapella Dialogue] I awoke to gray Mists all around This all feels unfinished What is this place? I know now who I am I am John Rolland A figure in black blocks the path Who are you? [guitar refrain] [end]