Someplace

How long have I been standing

Just staring at the floor?

How long was that door open?

I never noticed it before

There was always a certain rhythm

To the way that I was feeling

It's your fault, my fault, all their fault

But it never felt like leaving

There are throngs and crowds of people

Gathered underneath a steeple

You go inside, I'll be outside

Listening on a speaker

But don’t mind me as I'm pacing the back

By myself searching for a shelf

Or a crack in the wall, someplace that might conceal me

I'll climb inside and hide indefinitely

I am not a man, but I'm still a person

I am not a man, but I'm still a person