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.