Your syllables, silky smooth
Speak to me and softly soothe
My busy mind
I try to talk, my tongue won't do
cnything I want it to
I feel tied

cnd you ease my busy mind
It's true I need help sometimes

Talk to you, silky smooth
Hang up the phone, two-hour commute
There's plenty of time
Things are out of hand too quickly to
Get back on the phone with you
It's a long drive

But you ground my busy mind
It's true I need your help sometimes

Tie me up like a cherry stem
Send me off to Leif Erikson
I'll do anything to get away
I try to leave but we're here again
Lie awake, it's fear again
That keeps me sane

cnd you are the only thing to ease my busy mind
It's true I feel like I need help all the time