You shouldn't be here even one more day If you find the questions gone away I am grateful if you let me be Someone you visit in your memory Occasionally I am standing in the middle of everything I am standing in the middle of everyone I am nothing I am nothing When the wind is whistling through the trees I swear it's trying to say something to me Like voices in the next room I can hear But they whisper so the words are never clear Far and near I am standing in the middle of everything I am standing in the middle of everyone I am nothing I am nothing In the kitchen I can hear you sing Cutting through the ache of everything It's a song you never even heard But you float along now lighter than a bird Forget the words I am standing in the middle of everything I am standing in the middle of everyone I am nothing I am nothing