I Am Twisting All The Dials


And I'm Tweaking All The Buttons


And I'm Sure That Pretty Soon


Pretty Soon All Of A Sudden


It Will Hit Me Why I'm Here


What I Came For Why I'm Leaving


Why You're Gone Why You're Gone Why You're Going Why Your Gone


I Am Dipping Both My Feet Into The Waters Of Both Rivers


Under Both Sides Of This Bridge That I Have Built To Sit And Think On


I Have Built From Bank To Bank


I Have Built To Sit And Think On, Sit And Think On


Think Of You Think Of You Sometimes





I Am Pacing Up The Corridor


And Pacing Down The Hallway


I Am Pacing In The Kitchen


In The Bathroom, Through The Doorway


Of My Bedroom, Past The Living Room


I Panic Past The Front Gate


Till It Happens, Till It Happens


Something Had To Happen





I Am Hammering The Seconds On The Table With My Pencil


And My Feet Dissect The Minutes Through The Hours


And The Calendar You Gave Me I Have Shredded Page From Page,


Day From Day From Page From Day


I Cannot Breathe For Fear Of Failing


I Cannot See All These Bottles Full Of Nervous Words


And Jars Of Lame Excuses


All These Bottles And Jars Of Lame Excuses