Im telling you these things that I tell no one else when Im all alone when Im by myself and I believe you hear me though I have no proof its what I feel inside thats telling me the truth If I listen and I cannot hear the music If I try to swim the ocean and cannot reach the shore If the world is offered love but doesnt use it Oh Rosetta, whats it for? May I call you sister when we talk this way? you make me feel as if theres nothing I cant say I know Im not the first one youve brought comfort to and Im not the last that will look to you If I wander and I cannot find the reason If I keep my heart wide open and cannot feel the sun
And Im not sure anymore what I believe in Oh Rosetta, am I the only one? One day I am walking down a lonely street New York Citys cold, there is no one to meet and at the corner of 57th and 7th Avenue I hear someone sing and I know its you If Im still and I cannot hear the choirs If I try to please the many instead of just the very few Can you hear me through invisible wires? Oh Rosetta, what should I do? If I listen and I cannot hear the music If I swim against the current and lose sight of the shore If the world is offered goodness but doesnt use it Oh Rosetta, whats it for?