There was a man in my vision he was hooded and hidden.
I see when I'm not looking but focus will spook him.
When his shadow caught my eye I'd turn to observe him.
Just as quick as a flash the figure was gone
I hear him in songs just a whisper in pause
What he says is important but always distorted
Quiet my mind im search of this sage, when the lights come on it's just an empty stage.
Well played once again, I won't catch him today.