Im bonafide hermit out with the sun

I admit that its not everyones ideal existance or their idea of fun

seems to work for me

Im waiting for the moment

the time will come I know it

the strength of my connection will recognise my soul



part of me will know

part of me will know

stop me in a street

stranger when we meet

part of me will know



I dont deny selfish hunger in me

my ambition can be diva to see

Im not above her but Im hoping to be

substitutes are free



Im waiting for the moment

the time will come I know it

the strength of my conviction will recognise my soul