I’m standing next to this girl

Her very breath makes me ache

Not with longing and never with hate

I’m standing next to this woman

Who’s looking down at me

She knows that I ain’t nothing and I’ll always be nothing cause that’s me

I’m standing next to a soldier

Whose dying and calling for home

He wants to go home more than I’ll ever know

I’m standing next to a preacher

Whose waving a wrinkled finger

Right there in my face

I’m standing next to a sinner

A huge travesty though he’s just a beginner

And then I realize I’m staring at a mirror

I’m standing next to a friend

With tears rolling down the walls

In tiny little patterns

I’m standing next to my Lord

Who’s just shaking his head

He’s disappointed and sad

I’m standing besides myself

And seeing if I could use some help

Closin’ these empty eyes and opening this empty heart