Sitting with Sondheim

When I heard him first Questions in my ears Colors in my head Suddenly a thirst A path to fate appears Into the woods I start to tread I'm in a different world now Green and grand, a giant Magic is unfurled now I'm in the air but I'm still in my chair I'm sitting with Sondheim How'd you do it sir? Sitting with Sondheim Three hours like a blur Sitting with Sondheim Inside me there's a stir If I write what I feel If my keel can be kept kind of even Then maybe one day I could be like Stephen Then I went on a quest Searching for my voice In a sea of doubt Which key is the best? No, lazy lyric choice Take a different route Too much information Questioning potential If I had affirmation I might believe If I heard it from Steve I'd be sitting with Sondheim Nice to meet you, sir Sitting with Sondheim Or standing if he'd prefer Sitting with Sondheim Then I'd know for sure Years pass me by Finally respected Starting to fly Finally connected Maybe soon there'll be a time for us Year twenty-four Twenty twenty-one November is fleeting The year's almost done Maybe soon there'll be a time for us Sitting with Sondheim Sad I missed you, sir Sitting with Sondheim Some dreams do defer Sitting with Sondheim This sorrow has a cure If I write what I feel If I write only what I believe in Like Stephen No quitting Just permitting And committing And I'm Sitting with Sondheim