"This Right Here"—Crooked Timber

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This Right Here

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)

I woke this morning from a dream,
A dream I couldn't quite recall.
I turned around to see where I was dreaming from
And there was nothing there at all.

Strange the way I always seem
To watch the shadows on the wall.
I turn around to see where the light is streaming from
And there's just nothing there at all—

          Just this right here,
          Nothing but this right here.
          This right here,
          Nothing but this right here.
          I always seemed so solid so imagine my surprise;
          I thought that I was stranded somewhere right behind my eyes,
          So where's my head and what could ever make a thing that size
          Just disappear
          Like this right here?

Tonight I'll sink into a dream
When the night begins to fall.
I'll turn around to see where I've been dreaming from
And there'll be nothing there at all.

Strange the way I always seem
To jump at voices in the hall.
I'll turn around to see where the voice is screaming from
And there'll be no one there at all—

          Just this right here,
          Nothing but this right here.
          This right here,
          Nothing but this right here.
          I always seemed so solid so imagine my surprise;
          I thought that I was stranded somewhere right behind my eyes,
          So where's my head and what could ever make a thing that size
          Just disappear
          Like this right here?

          Just this right here,
          Nothing but this right here.
          This right here,
          Nothing but this right here.
          I always seemed so solid so imagine my surprise;
          I thought that I was stranded somewhere right behind my eyes,
          So where's my head and what could ever make a thing that size
          Just disappear
          Like this right here?