This is the feelingThis is the feelingMore and moreDisplacementRelentlessDisplacementAccountFor mePlease, pleaseGo awayI'm to sleepSomedayI've not got the patienceSomedayWhat it takes I've not gotSomedayI can't stand the waitingSomeday* sure helps a lotSomedayI watch it all happenSomedayIt just don't stopSomedayI've got no compassionSomedayThis * sure helps a lotWhen I woke up this morningIt was you on my mindIt was one of them type of daysI knew nothing would go rightI didn't wanna wake upKept my eyes tight shutGo awayI'm to sleepPull up the coversOver my headI play deadI don't leave it moppingStuck like you who crazy glue voodooI got no pen and the paperTo help me escapeBut I'm feeling I'm a getting like I'm a freak of natureCan't take the weight off my mental mind stateWhen I wake upSomedayI could have heard my neighbor callIf they was murdered down the hallI wouldn't have moved a care at allJust listen to them foolI could have seen the plan before I knew it was overI didn't scream and she was murdered on the screenAnd carried on as if it was a dreamSomedayLove knock on the patientSomedayWhat it takes to knock onSomedayI can't stand the waitingSomedayThis * sure helps a lotSomedayI watch it all happenSomedayIt just don't standSomedayI've got no compassionSomedayThis * sure helps a lotI driftIn and out of the alpha stagesThis reoccurring dreamHas been coming to me of latePlay scene after sceneFrame after frameRunning and runningAlways running the sameI'm running from the trees to the seaDown the beachJust about to reach the waterThe water's about to breachAnd then I'm running againThe tide is inside of meLike all I ever wanted to do was swim in the seaBut I never doI come to win the dead zonesTry to get you throughOn the telephoneI hear the distant dry moanOver the oil-made tonesNo, noNobody at homeAlone I zone outTo the TV setBreathe in, breathe outAnd then cigaretteI breathe in, breathe outAnd then cigaretteI breathe in, breathe outSomedayYeah, wellOne night in North Dakota thereI got out of bed about four o'clock in the morningI say I better do it now while it's on my mindYou knowThe song kept hittin' meI couldn't sleepAnd I got out of bedScribblin' on paperAnd my wifeStill woke upSay, honey, are you all right?I say, yeah, I'm straightI just wanna put it straightYeah, you like to do it?No, you don't understandI'm straightI don't understandSome of the things that don't get sarySome of the things thatSome of the days it, some of the days it, some of the days this * sure helps a lot.Some days it, some days it, some days, some days this * sure helps a lot.The music was there, and the words, and that's all, no big deal.Thank you.