Oh Rosetta

I’m telling you these things that I tell no one else

when I’m all alone

when I’m by myself

and I believe you hear me though I have no proof

it’s what I feel inside

that’s telling me the truth

If I listen and I cannot hear the music

If I try to swim the ocean and cannot reach the shore

If the world is offered love but doesn’t use it

Oh Rosetta, what’s it for?

May I call you sister when we talk this way?

you make me feel as if there’s nothing I can’t say

I know I’m not the first one you’ve brought comfort to

and I’m not the last that will look to you

If I wander and I cannot find the reason

If I keep my heart wide open and cannot feel the sun

And I’m not sure anymore what I believe in

Oh Rosetta, am I the only one?

One day I am walking down a lonely street

New York City’s cold, there is no one to meet

and at the corner of 57th and 7th Avenue

I hear someone sing and I know it’s you

If I’m still and I cannot hear the choirs

If I try to please the many instead of just the very few

Can you hear me through invisible wires?

Oh Rosetta, what should I do?

If I listen and I cannot hear the music

If I swim against the current and lose sight of the shore

If the world is offered goodness but doesn’t use it

Oh Rosetta, what’s it for?