Funny thing about the back row
You hear everything
I came in carrying cables
And somebody else's case
Nobody asked my story
Nobody knew my face
The room smelled like warm circuits
Old coffee and rain
Somebody tuned a guitar
Somebody cursed my name
I didn't take it personal
I was busy learning walls
Learning which lights stayed on
And which ones liked to fall
I learned who talked in circles
I learned who hid their fear
I learned that every chapel
Has ghosts that volunteer
I stood where the shadows lived
I stood where the speakers bled
I watched every bright idea
Walk in half-dead
Back of chapel
Back of the room
Watching the wires
Learn how to bloom
Back of chapel
Nobody knew
I was already becoming
Someone they would listen to
I remember every hallway
Every cigarette outside
Every promise of forever
Every beautiful bad lie
I remember all the laughter
When the power disappeared
I remember every silence
That sounded like a prayer
Nobody saw me counting
Every switch and every scar
Nobody saw me listening
To who people really are
You can hide behind performance
You can hide behind belief
But old buildings tell the truth
Through the way they choose to breathe
I stood where the shadows lived
I stood where the speakers bled
I watched every bright idea
Walk in half-dead
Back of chapel
Back of the room
Watching the wires
Learn how to bloom
Back of chapel
Nobody knew
I was already becoming
Someone they would listen to
I wasn't waiting for a crown
I wasn't waiting for a stage
I was learning how a room changes
When someone finally speaks
I think I knew
Even then
Maybe every story starts
Where nobody is looking
Maybe every fire starts
With one quiet hand
Maybe every voice begins
In the back of chapel
Back of chapel
Back of the room
Watching the wires
Learn how to bloom
Back of chapel
Nobody knew
I was already becoming
Someone they would listen to
I can still smell the rain