That Noise

Artists : Goodbye Harry : That Noise

Got out of bed, and I got dressed. Went out the door just like a hundred million zillion times before. Got my car warmed up and headed off to work. In the eye of my silence, I went beserk. Took a right then another right into Texaco. "What number pump you on" I told her "I don't know" Three dollars worth of gas, a twelve ounce Irish cream, and somewhere up in heaven they heard me scream. Don't know where that noise is coming from, but there it goes again. Wait, I think it finally stopped…no, there it goes again.. It doesn't help to plug my ears, cause the noise is even louder here inside my muddled head, somewhere between a scream and a mumble. Telling me I should be nervous but it doesn't seem to know exactly what I is crawling up my back. Gonna make me crack, make me crumble. Am I gonna get my head turned around again? Looked up the sky, it ain't all that high where you can't breathe. Daydream, I hit the curb, spilled coffee on my sleeve. I rolled the window down to cool off that coffee burn, and a voice on the wind screamed, "You'll never learn." I know your voice, I know you're here and I know your name. So when I crash and burn I'll know where to lay the blame. Agoraphobia, panic, anxiety, fear of fear, fear of failure is killing me.