Is anything out of place? Is anything wrong? Why do I have a feeling That this was a close call Days are in order Keeping track of time I'm losing myself In checkout lines I've been getting Light sleep Cold feet So far away from the morning I need to Tune out The sound of me Growing dependant on Noise machines Repeat conversation 'Till it fades away Tangled in opinions I can't think straight Turn round on my directions I'm always undecided Quiet apprehension That I'm never invited I've been getting Light sleep Cold feet So far away from the morning I need to Tune out The sound of me Growing dependant on Noise machines I've sunken in For far too long I've let this noise Drown out this song I'll quantify The time that's past Lace up my shoes Run twice as fast Happiness comes From within the mind It needs constant care It takes some time It's possible That you need to try