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 I let my emotions get in the way
And I'm just trying to get us on the same page
I always get it better right after wards
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 I let my emotions get in the way
And I'm just trying to get us on the same page
I always get it better right after wards
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