| Well, the feelings coming on again
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| Like a whisper that’s knocking down a doorway
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| And everything it says I just believe
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| And I fear that I’m nothing and alone
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| So I pour another drink and take a hit
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| And I wonder where the smoke goes
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| And I’m feeling more and more like less and less
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| And it comes from so far down deep inside
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| But you can’t get to it no matter what you try
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| And I’m far, far away from my heart
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| Far, far away from my heart
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| It’s just a voice that’s bent on telling me I’m too good
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| And there really is a shortcut
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| And I’ve been through this so many nights before
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| That you’d think it would be easier by now
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| So I let the chemical reaction cloud over
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| The pain that keeps on hurting
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| As I slowly, but too slowly drift away
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| To a place where I know I don’t have to think
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| God I hate myself all over so more I drink
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| And I’m far, far away from my heart
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| Far, far away from my heart
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| And now I’m staring blankly at the TV
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| Holding this guitar for some comfort
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| But it’s so hard to write a simple song
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| And try to turn this feeling into melody
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| So I put it down get on my knees
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| Close my eyes real tight now I’m praying
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| To anyone that maybe can hear me
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| Tell me everything will be ok
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| And I don’t think I can make another day
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| And I’m far, far away from my heart
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| Far, far away from my heart |