The words don't come easy and the panic sets in
I know what to tell you but I don't know where to begin
I count the footsteps as you walk away

Try to convince myself I have nothing more to say

Chorus:

Maybe the words will come out
Tough it never seems to matter if shout or scream
All I can do is tell myself again

That the easiest way is through paper and pen.

Dozens of letters on dozens of shelves

But not one has been opened by somebody else
But you read the last one through and trough
Cause I made up my mind and I sent it to you.


Chorus:
How about you am I in your way

Your reply was short it was delivered today
You said please call me if you got something to say
Now I'll tell you that I need you in every single way.