What happens when the song I sing doesn't seem to mean a thing
And everything I have to bring is borrowed and rehearsed
What happens when the music ends and I'm too tired to pretend
That who I am and who I've been could ever get along
Now's the time for letting go

I surrender all - can you hear my call?
When I'm at the end of myself
Is this where you begin when I'm caving in
When I'm at the end of myself

What happens when the motion stops - staring at a broken clock
When what I am and what I'm not are perfectly reversed