The Observer, Reprise, Who I Am

I am the observer, that's who I am I am the observer, this was my walk

I am the observer, that was dusty and the echoes of his past

I am the observer, that was the enter of the Sarge

I am the observer, that was the weight of it all

I am the observer, that was the weight of it all

I am the observer, this is what I saw

I am the observer, the one who listens but never interrupts

The one who people spill their stories to without ever asking who I am in return

They don't know why they talk to me, they just do

Maybe they sense that I don't judge

Maybe they see the space I hold

The pause before I respond, the way I absorb instead of react

I don't give them echoes, I don't throw their words back at them

With empty nods and half-listened replies, I keep them

Because some words deserve to be remembered

Some stories are meant to be carried, filed away, revisited

They are the stories that make up this world

And if I ever need them again, I can pull them from my mind

And relive them as if they just happened

And so I walk, and I listen, and I remember

I am the observer, that's who I am, it is what it is

I am the observer, this was my walk, it is what it is

I am the observer, that was dusty and the echoes of his past, it is what it is

I am the observer, that was the answer of the Sarge, it is what it is

I am the observer, that was the weight of it all, it is what it is

I am the observer, this is what I saw

It is what it is

It is what it is

Oh, it is what it is

What it is

It is what it is

It is what it is

That was the answer of the Sarge, it is what it is

I am the observer, that was the weight of it all, it is what it is

This is what I saw

It is what it is

It is what it is