Paroles: Melanie Safka. Tuning My Guitar.

I'm thinking what I'm doing,
I'm thinking what I done,
I'm thinking bout my mother,
Who never thought I'd come,
Quite this far from nowhere,
To hear myself be sung,
But I still haven't forgotten,
I used to do it just for fun,

When all the ones around me,
Would wonder if they saw,
Me singing somewhere,
Tuning my guitar,

Knock once, I got ten minutes,
And every night's the same,
You know I wish I wasn't in it,
When I hear them call my name,
Same people all around me,
And I wonder who they are,
I know they're not not my family,
And they're not my friends by far,

They're all the ones around me,
I wonder who they are,
They stand behind my curtain,
And they hope I'll be a star,

They say, "Get out and sell them,"
But selling's not my aim,
I'm gonna sing the life I'm living,
And try to ease the pain,

With all the ones around me,
I wonder who you are,
You hide behind my curtain,
And you hope I'll be a star,

But all the ones around me,
Who don't know who you are,
You hide and you look uncertain,
And you hope I'll be a star,

But all the ones around me,
No matter who you are,
Tonight you're gonna hold the curtain,
I'm tuning my guitar,

And all the ones, all around me,
I don't care who you are,
You're gonna hurl down the curtain,
While I'm tuning my guitar,

Oh, all the ones around me,
And I don't care, I don't care who you are,
To be holding the curtain,
While I'm tuning my guitar,

All the ones,
All the ones around me,
I don't care who you are,
Tonight you're gonna hold the curtain,
Because I'm tuning,
While I'm tuning my guitar,
And all the ones,
Oh...