"Can I let the Trees do the Talking?"

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

Lights: the Listening