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Only Human

 

Synopsis: A thoughtful folk ballad about the uncomfortable space between the people we aspire to be and the people we really are.


Lyrics:
 
I can worship gods by the thousand, Or invent another tomorrow. Yet I still resent the preacher Who says there's only one road to follow. [Chorus – soft harmony joins on the second line] So, how do I reconcile my contradictions? Why do I want both worlds at once? [Verse 2 – bass and brushes enter] I want every human and animal To have enough to live. Yet I still want to be top dog, The one who always wins. I want everyone to play their best, To bring their finest game. Yet somewhere deep inside myself, I still want all the fame. [Chorus – fuller harmony] So, how do I reconcile my contradictions? Why do I want both worlds at once? [Verse 3 – cello and bansuri enter] I know that every child that's born Will one day grow old and die. Yet somewhere deep inside my heart, I dream I'll never say goodbye. I tell my children not to worry, While I worry all night myself. I preach forgiveness every day, Yet replay old arguments for years. [Chorus – strongest harmony] So, how do I reconcile my contradictions? Why do I want both worlds at once? [Verse 4 – warmest arrangement] I want this song on every tongue. I want strangers speaking kindly, Long after I'm gone. I want the room to overflow When they finally lay me down. I want love to outlive my name, When I'm no longer around. [Outro – solo voice, instruments gradually fall away] Am I fooling everyone— Or only fooling me? Or is this simply what it means To be human? Or have I mistaken Hypocrisy for humanity?



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