Take time to collect your thoughts
They may be fine, or maybe not
It's always coming from the left and right
It's what you hear in stereo time
Draw a blank or think to perceive
You see it's there then you tell it to leave
You win the battle but not the war
Pretty soon he'll be back for what he came for
He'll be coming back around
You'll be seeing his face in no time
Sometimes you can hear yourself
Sometimes it's not yourself
You can shed a layer or two
No opinions left to conclude
Keep it calm and take the grief
Pretty soon you're turning the cheek
He'll be coming back around
You'll be seeing his face in no time
Sometimes you can hear yourself
Sometimes it's not yourself
He'll be coming back around
You'll be seeing his face in no time
Sometimes you can hear yourself
Sometimes it's not yourself