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