There's all these technical exercises
Have to be done each day
Things you only pick up to put them away
I never asked you to humour me
In fact I'm surprised that you do
Even though I do the same for you

Opinion followed me everywhere
Streaming out like a tail
You can raise your voice to no avail
Sing to wilderness
To an audience of trees
Because of a weird desire to please

What was it you wanted?
Something that I can do
I'd do anything for you
There's no question about it now
None that I'm gonna pose