[STREET Chorus (MEN)]
Confiteor, confiteor …

[FIRST ROCK SINGER]
Lord, I could go confess
Good and loud, nice and slow
Get this load off my chest
Yes, but how, Lord, I don’t know
What I say I don’t feel
What I feel I don’t show
What I show isn’t real
What is real, Lord, I don’t know
No, no, no …
I don’t know
I don’t know why ev’ry time
I find a new love
I wind up destroying it
I don’t know why I’m so crazy-minded
I keep on kind of enjoying it
Why I drift off to sleep
With pledges of deep resolve again
Then along comes the day
And suddenly they dissolve again
I don’t know …

[FIRST ROCK SINGER AND DESCANT]
What I say I don’t feel
What I feel I don’t show
What I show isn’t real
What is real, Lord, I don’t know
No, no, no …
I don’t know