You shouldn't be here even one more day
If you find the questions gone away
I am grateful if you let me be
Someone you visit in your memory
Occasionally
I am standing in the middle of everything
I am standing in the middle of everyone
I am nothing
I am nothing
When the wind is whistling through the trees
I swear it's trying to say something to me
Like voices in the next room I can hear
But they whisper so the words are never clear
Far and near
I am standing in the middle of everything
I am standing in the middle of everyone
I am nothing
I am nothing
In the kitchen I can hear you sing
Cutting through the ache of everything
It's a song you never even heard
But you float along now lighter than a bird
Forget the words
I am standing in the middle of everything
I am standing in the middle of everyone
I am nothing
I am nothing