The Listening
Please excuse me, I'm not thinking clear.
It must just be stress
But I 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 it better right afterward.
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard,
How come I can never get 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. (Wish I could explain)
I always get it better right afterward,
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard.
How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey?
Wish I could explain.
Can I let the trees do the talking?
Can I let the ground do the walking?
Can I let the sky fill what's missing in?
Can I let my mouth do the listening?
The listening?
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 it better right afterward,
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard.
How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey?
Wish I could explain
What I mean to say.
It must just be stress
But I 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 it better right afterward.
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard,
How come I can never get 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. (Wish I could explain)
I always get it better right afterward,
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard.
How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey?
Wish I could explain.
Can I let the trees do the talking?
Can I let the ground do the walking?
Can I let the sky fill what's missing in?
Can I let my mouth do the listening?
The listening?
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 it better right afterward,
When all the wrong impressions are said and heard.
How come I can never get the right words, I need to convey?
Wish I could explain
What I mean to say.
Credits
Writer(s): David Thomson, Valerie Poxleitner
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