The Chamber of 32 Doors

At the top of the stairs There's hundreds of people Running around to all the doors They try to find, find themselves an audience Their deductions need applause The rich man stands in front of me The poor man behind my back They believe they can control the game But the juggler holds another pack I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman You can judge by his eyes Take a look if you can He'll smile through his guard Survival trains hard I'd rather trust a man who Works with his hands He looks at you once You know he understands Don't need any shield When you're out in the field But down here I'm so alone with my fear With everything that I hear And every single door, that I've walked through Brings me back, back here again I've got to find my own way The priest and the magician Singing all the chants that they have ever heard And they're all calling out my name Even academics, searching printed word My father to the left of me My mother to the right Like everyone else they're pointing But nowhere feels quite right And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I need someone to believe in, someone to trust I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found There's no need to sell if You're homeward bound If I choose a side He won't take me for a ride Back inside This chamber of so many doors I've nowhere, nowhere to hide I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me Find a door That doesn't lead me back again take me away