From Where the Strings Descend

I've been a witness but I'm not sure just what I've been witnessing

I've been smiling but I don't know why I've got this silly grin

I've said a mouthful but I cannot figure out where the words begin and end

And I feel like a puppet with no idea from where the strings descend

I used to be a singer songs so hard to hear but the melodies still haunt me all the same

And I used to know a thousand ramblin' Elliotts I can see 'em but I don't recall their names

And if my voice could rise up in a whisper or a shout

Could you hear me Lord and let me call you friend

For I'm caught here on the cliff edge with no idea from where the strings descend

I fell in love with an actress on the screen the plot was troubled complex and pretend

And though it hurt me dearly that such the story be my heart did go out for her over and over again

Then as her tears fell, the orchestra begins the timpani the choir the violin

Lost in the music with no idea from where the strings descend