Just For A Second - Orlando

Through no real fault of your own

You were born with a withering tone;

And through no real fault of your own

You were born

And on the day when the teacher asked us:

«What do you want to be when you grow up?»

You stood up and said, «What I want doesn’t get»

And you proved it…

And while you’re out on the town

Making people impress you

I sit and rot at home--

I’ve been kept at arm’s length

With industrial strength

From the word «Go.»

So I don’t have to tell you, I don’t go

Just for a second

You lowered your defenses

And confessed what the world had guessed:

«Deep down I fear I might actually be

Unremarkable.»

Well my dear, I have spent years

Just waiting for this moment

Because I’m afraid of being alone

And I’m afraid of being not alone

But fun with you sounds too much like hard work

Love with you: too much like hard work

And the truth is unfurled: I’m not part of your world

Which is fine, 'cause you’re not part of mine

You want no part in mine…

So do I