The Listening

The Listening - Lights

Please excuse me I'm not thinking clear

It must just be stress

I most likely shouldn't be here

I'm such a mess

I never really ever know what to say

When all of my emotions get in the way

I'm just trying to get us on the same page

I always get a fight in it afterwards

When all of my precautions are said and heard

How come I can never get to the right words

I need to convey

Wish I could explain

The things that I have to work out

I don't feel right

What has come over me I'm about

To lose my mind

I never really ever know what to say

When all of my emotions get in the way

I'm just trying to get us on the same page

I always get a fight in it afterwards

When all of my precautions are said and heard

How come I can never get to the right words

I need to convey

Wish I could explain

Can't I let the trees do the talking

Can't I let the ground do the walking

Can't I let the sky fill what's missing

And can't I let my mouth do the listening

I never really ever know what to say

All of my emotions get in the way

I'm just trying to get us on the same page

I always get a fight in it afterwards

When all of my precautions are said and heard

How come I can never get to the right words

Need to convey

Wish I could explain

What I need to say