the chamber of 32 doors

at the top of the stairs

there's hundreds of people

running around to all the doors

they try to find

find themselves an audience

their deductions need applause

the rich man stands in front of me

the poor man behind my back

they believe they can control the game

but the juggler holds another pack

i need someone to believe in

someone to trust

i need someone to believe in

someone to trust

i'd rather trust a countryman than a townman

you can judge by his eyes

take a look if you can

he'll smile through his guard

survival trains hard

i'd rather trust a man who

works with his hands

he looks at you once

you know he understands

don't need any shield

when you're out in the field

but down here

i'm so alone with my fear

with everything that i hear

and every single door

that i've walked through

brings me back

back here again

i've got to find my own way

the priest and the magician

singing all the chants that they have ever heard

and they're all calling out my name

even academics

searching printed word

my father to the left of me

my mother to the right

like everyone else they're pointing

but nowhere feels quite right

and i need someone to believe in

someone to trust

i need someone to believe in

someone to trust

i'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found

there's no need to sell if

you're homeward bound

if i choose a side

he won't take me for a ride

back inside

this chamber of so many doors

i've nowhere

nowhere to hide

i'd give you all of my dreams

if you'd help me

find a door

that doesn't lead me back again take me away