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