In a Funk
A thousand thoughts cross your mind
The ticking clock, is so unkind
Feel your heart, pounding in your ear
Swirling doubts, the end is near
The final call, is handed down
You catch your breath, there is no sound
It's not your day or your year
It's the day of your worst fear
Turn away, from the blinding sun
Turn away, from everyone
Pull your heart, up off the floor
Steel yourself, forever more
The ticking clock, is so unkind
Feel your heart, pounding in your ear
Swirling doubts, the end is near
The final call, is handed down
You catch your breath, there is no sound
It's not your day or your year
It's the day of your worst fear
Turn away, from the blinding sun
Turn away, from everyone
Pull your heart, up off the floor
Steel yourself, forever more
Credits
Writer(s): Glen Anderson, Pieter Wycoff
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