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 messI 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 pageI 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 outI don't feel right
What has come over me, I'm about
To lose my mindI 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 explainCan 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 listeningI 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 pageI 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