Leonard Bernstein — IV. Confession - 2. Trope: “I Don’t Know”

[STREET Chorus (MEN)] Confiteor, confiteor … [FIRST ROCK SINGER] Lord, I could go confess Good and loud, nice and slow Get this load off my chest Yes, but how, Lord, I don’t know What I say I don’t feel What I feel I don’t show What I show isn’t real What is real, Lord, I don’t know No, no, no … I don’t know I don’t know why ev’ry time I find a new love I wind up destroying it I don’t know why I’m so crazy-minded I keep on kind of enjoying it Why I drift off to sleep With pledges of deep resolve again Then along comes the day And suddenly they dissolve again I don’t know … [FIRST ROCK SINGER AND DESCANT] What I say I don’t feel What I feel I don’t show What I show isn’t real What is real, Lord, I don’t know No, no, no … I don’t know