Bottles And Jars

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 andthink 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