Lyrics

Well here I am, your experienced listener

Come all ye who need and freely graze upon my fields

Come and be angry I am sure the one to yield

You need no weapons I’ve always only owned a shield

And too weak anyway for any sword you wield

So here I am, forever, gladly at your service

A shoebox to be filled and put back in the shelf

I do not mind you coming to me when you’re nervous

If you don’t mind I end up more nervous myself

So here I am, your very own, no food no rest

Happy to listen to whatever you may share

Ready to overtake what load I can off your poor chest

Ashamed to find I wish I had that extra care

Well here I am, your experienced listener

Giving up hope this plight of mine would ever end

Dreading each sound I speak each letter that I send

I’ve tears to run to when I need a friend

They understand