onemanshow... la séance du spectateur.

We are recording tonight and if this were a recording we'd be trying to do some things but actually I'm too tired to do. But as Faye Dunaway, I think it was, she said, when Bonnie and Clyde come out, she said she tried to give people what they wanted. That's a mistake, really, I know. You can't do everything, you use up everything you've got trying to give everybody what they want.

But I will learn my lesson soon, and then you will buy more records, right, cause you're gonna see me. Let's see what we can do with this lovely, lovely thing that goes post all racial conflict and all kinds of conflict, it's a reflective tune. And sometime in your life you'll have occasion to say, what is this thing called time? You know what, what is that? The clock, you go to work by the clock, you get your martini in the afternoon by the clock, you drink your coffee by the clock, you have to get on the plane at a certain time, and it goes on and on and on. And time is a dictator, as we know it. Where does it go? What does it do? Most of all, is it alive? Is it a thing that we cannot touch and is alive? And then one day you look in a mirror, how old, and we say where did the time go? We leave you with that one.

Across the morning sky, all the birds are leavin'
How can they know when it's time to move
Before the winter fires will still be lingering
I do not count the time
Who knows where time goes
Who knows where time goes

Sad, deserted shores, your fickle friends are leavin'
Oh, but then you know when it's time for them to go
But I will still be here,
I have no thoughts of leavin'
I do not count the time
Who knows where the time goes?
Who knows where the time goes?

But I am not alone while my love is near me
And I know it will be so until it's time to go
And through the winter until the birds again return spring
I do not fear time
Who knows where time goes?
Who knows where time goes?