Come, sit by me and help me to think
Think about us and how far we've come,
What things we've done in the past.
Not particularly bad things, just things
That helped us and, quite possibly, hurt others
Come, Follow me and help me to travel
Travel through past transgressions
Of possibly a different person.
If I am that same person, maybe,
After our trip I will be liberated to find myself.
Find myself... What a queer thought,
I am right here, where are you?
That is my curse
And, quite possibly, my cure