Where I Want To Be

Molokov
The man is utterly mad - you're playing a lunatic -

The Russian
That's the problem. He's a brilliant lunatic and you can't tell which way he'll jump -
Like his game he's impossible to analyse -
You can't dissect him him, predict him -
Which of course means he's not a lunatic at all.

Molokov
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back

The Russian
Nonsense!
Why do my seconds
Always want to believe
The great propaganda -

Molokov
My friend please relax
We're all on your side
You know how you need us -

The Russian
I don't need my army of so called "advisors"
And helpers to tell me
The man who's revitalised chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear
He's sane

Molokov
Listen, we don't underestimate anyone
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing reflects on us all -

The Russian
Oh don't give me that crap!
I win - no one else does
And I take the rap if I lose

Molokov
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen -

The Russian
Oh please don't start spouting that old party line
Yes I know it's your job but
Just get out and get me a chess playing second
In thirty-six hours we begin
That is if you want to win!

Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be And doing what I always said I would and yet
I feel I haven't won at all
Running for my life and never looking back
In case there's someone right behind
To shoot me down
And say he always knew I'd fall

When the crazy wheel slows down
Where will I be? Back where I started

Don't get me wrong
I'm not complaining
Times have been good
Fast entertaining
But what's the point
If I'm concealing
Not only love
All other feeling

Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be And doing what I always said I would and yet
I feel I haven't won at all
Running for my life and never looking back
In case there's someone right behind
To shoot me down
And say he always knew I'd fall

When the crazy wheel slows down
Where will I be? Back where I started

The Russian
Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions

Then they move in
Oh so discreetly
Slowly at first
Smiling too sweetly
I opened doors
They walked right through them
Called me their friend
I hardly knew them