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 (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 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 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