I’m here but I’m not You think of me a lot But I never show my face Not at the same place I use paper and pen And talk to you from my den No one’s knows who spoke the words But only the melody matters when it’s the birds I can make a change from the shadows And change all these cities to meadows If you listen to what I say There’s hope for another day Voice is what matters When everything scatters Some may think your lying But at least your trying