Something must be wrong Because people are being nice And things are going my way And everything’s alright And I’ve got this dread That just sits in my gut It’s like running thread Where you place your foot As you foretell the future With a negative slant They say anxiety Is born from what you can’t Bear to consider As time is passing by I try to catch the air But it just seems to fly Out from my fingers Away from my grasp Is there anything on earth That was built to last Coz everywhere I look Somethings fading away Even the sun Has only billions of years to stay And everything on earth Though it grows and it’s green Will one day disappear Out of the realm of the seen So I’m shaking as I’m taking Each breath that I unknot They say I’m seeing sideways But I think that they forgot That everything’s an ocean When you feel you’ve got to swim And if there is no storm Then where do I begin To tell the story of the tide As it moves to the beat I think I’m finding ground Where I can stand my feet And it’s making me nervous To feel so damn good I’m so used to being nervous And lost in the wood And if there’s any shelter That I find inside I’ll let you know the meaning Of the daydream that I hide I’ll let you know the shortcut Back to where there’s peace Where the winds have quieted down To my own relief