the imposter

he’s never rude – he’s never loud
he would make any mother proud
but every hail well met – just as easy to forget
as he disappears into the crowd

it ain’t me, it ain’t me
it ain’t me, it’s the imposter

he’s at every party ‘til the end
careful never to offend
his thoughts are shifting sands
you don’t know where he stands
he is everybody’s friend

it ain’t me, it ain’t me
it ain’t me, it’s the imposter

and so the day begins – lost inside the morning mirror
one day it all just ends while waiting to reappear

he watches all his favorite shows
dressed in the emperor’s new clothes
he’s the dashing diplomat
nothing underneath the hat
he’s the no one everybody knows

everyone you hang around
all the things you laugh about
take your soul and push it down and push it down

everything that you’ve been taught
who you are and who you’re not
push it down…push it down….

© 2011 James R Irwin - City Of Trees Music ASCAP