IV. Confession - 2. Trope: “I Don’t Know”

Lyrics
[STREET MEN] Confiteor, confiteor [FIRST ROCK SINGER] Lord, I could go confess Good and loud, nice and slow Get this load off my chest Yes, but how, Lord? I don't know What I say I don't feel What I feel I don't show What I show isn't real What is real, Lord? I don't know No, no, no I don't know I don't know why every time I find a new love I wind up destroying it I don't know why I'm so freaky-minded I keep on kind of enjoying it Why I drift off to sleep With pledges of deep resolve again Then along comes the day And suddenly they dissolve again I don't know [FIRST ROCK SINGER & DESCANT] What I say I don't feel What I feel I don't show What I show isn't real What is real, Lord? I don't know No, no, no I don't know
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Credits
- Writers
- Leonard Bernstein
- Stephen Schwartz