There are times I pull a book from the shelf
When really I need to listen to myself
Times I pick up the phone to make a call
But the truth is - Inside, I know it all
When really I need to listen to myself
Times I pick up the phone to make a call
But the truth is - Inside, I know it all
Times I ask my therapist, Times I ask my mother
The lady at the drugstore, just some other
Person to download all of my blues
But talking to myself has all of the clues
Looking for a deeper more meaningful sensation
It’s with my soul I’d like to have a conversation
I’d like to know that I’ve really been heard
It’s all here, maybe just not in words
Taking myself out today for 4 o’clock tea
And really, really listening to me
