[Intro, gentle jazz guitar] [Verse 1] Four weeks in my apartment Mock interviews on the screen I memorized the template But something sat between The rubric and the real thing The score sheet and the soul I could list their pain points But I couldn't feel the pull [Chorus] You're reading sheet music But you never heard the song See the person, not the deck Feel where the shoe goes wrong Sit where they've been sitting Walk their quiet halls That's the sense you can't rehearse It answers when it calls [Verse 2] Fifty faces in that chair Some came armed with slides Perfect structure, every box But hollow on the inside Then someone paused and asked me "Who's the one that's stuck?" Not a segment, not a chart Just a mother out of luck [Chorus] You're reading sheet music But you never heard the song See the person, not the pitch Feel where the day goes wrong Sit where they've been hurting Name what they can't say That's the sense you can't rehearse You live it every day [Bridge, softer] It's not the mission statement Or the North Star on a slide It's the moment someone tells you What they're too ashamed to hide [Chorus, building] Stop reading sheet music Go and listen to the song See the person, not the data Feel where the hope goes wrong Ask the question underneath The one they swallow down That's the sense you can't rehearse That's how the lost get found [Outro, fading] See the person... See the person...
