At the top of stairs
there's hundreds of people
Running around to all the doors
They try to find,
find themselves an audience
Their deductions need applause
The rich man stands in front of me
The poor man behind my back
They believe they can
control the game
But the juggler holds
another pack
I need someone to believe in,
someone to trust
I need someone to believe in,
someone to trust
I'd rather trust a country man
than a town man
You can judge by his eyes,
take a look if you can
His smile through his garb,
survival trains hard
I'd rather trust a man
who works with his hands
He looks at you once,
you know he understands
Don't need any shield
when you're out in the field
Down here, I'm so alone, not here
With everything that I hear
And every single door that
I've walked through
Brings me back,
back here again.
I've got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician are singing all
the chants that they have ever heard.
And they're all calling out my name
Even academics searching
printed work
My father to the left of me
My mother to the right
Like everyone else they're point ing,
but nowhere feels quite right
And I need someone
to believe in,
someone to trust
I need someone to believe in,
someone to trust
I'd rather trust a man
who doesn't shout what he's found
There's no need to sell
if you're homeward bound
If I choose a side,
you'll take me for a ride
Back inside,
this chamber of so many doors
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide
And I'd give you all of my dreams
If you'd help me find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
Take me away you