Backstage (Don't Ask) - Will Connolly

I believe you knew

What you were doing

Actors backstage

Talking trash, bracing for the fall

Pacing, retracing

The look on your face says it all

Says, «How the hell can you tell?

This will set me back years»

Oh, and I know it

I believe you knew

What you were doing

A new dawn, new day

New rifle to fight a new war

Cameras flash, markets crash

I don’t ask anymore

'Cause how the hell can you tell

When it’s lasted years?

I don’t know if

I believe you knew

What you were doing

We hardly need to be reminded that we are living in an age of confusion.

Opinion can be picked up cheap from the marketplace.

Around us all,

now high like a distant thunderhead, now close upon us with the wet,

choking intimacy of a London fog, there is an enveloping cloud of fear.

What crew can a human being afford to furnish the cluttered, nervous room of

his mind with, when he has no real idea how long a lease he has on the future?