Opening Night
Sometimes I feel like every night's opening night and I have one pivotal line and I screw it up every time
And as I walk backstage I wonder how to make this right
A mix of shame, regret and fright
A one-on-one self-losing fight
Sometimes I feel like every second’s slowing down
I look around and feel astounded by where I've ended up now
And as I'm going through the motions trying to avoid commotion
It just seems to find its way back to me