When I heard him first
Questions in my ears
Colors in my head
Suddenly a thirst
A path to fate appears
Into the woods I start to tread

I'm in a different world now
Green and grand, a giant
Magic is unfurled now
I'm in the air but I'm still in my chair


I'm sitting with Sondheim
How'd you do it sir?
Sitting with Sondheim
Three hours like a blur
Sitting with Sondheim
Inside me there's a stir

If I write what I feel
If my keel can be kept kind of even
Then maybe one day
I could be like Stephen

Then I went on a quest
Searching for my voice
In a sea of doubt
Which key is the bеst?
No, lazy lyric choice
Take a differеnt route
Too much information
Questioning potential
If I had affirmation...
I might believe
If I heard it from Steve
I'd be

Sitting with Sondheim
Nice to meet you, sir
Sitting with Sondheim
Or standing if he'd prefer
Sitting with Sondheim
Then I'd know for sure


Years pass me by
Finally respected
Starting to fly
Finally connected
Maybe soon there'll be a time for us
Year twenty four
Twenty twenty one
November is fleeting
The year's almost done
Maybe soon there'll be a time for us


Sitting with Sondheim
Sad I missed you, sir
Sitting with Sondheim
Some dreams do defer
Sitting with Sondheim
This sorrow has a cure

If I write what I feel
If I write only what I believe in
Like Stephen
No quitting
Just permitting
And committing
And I'm
Sitting with Sondheim