A giant crowd is watching me.
I’m standing in a choir.
From here, they’re like a blackened sea
And I’m a signal fire.

On this, our yearly concert night
I have a solo part.
My lungs and legs are filled with fright—
My song’s about to start!

Suppose the words won’t leave my throat?
Or what if I forget?
This stage feels like a leaking boat
That’s sinking in my sweat.

Oh, to be home where I belong
Or in some lion’s den.
If I survive this single song,
I’ll never sing again!