I am talking too loud when there’s
so much I should be hearing
I am walking too proud when I know
a fall is nearing
I am thinking too much for someone
who knows too little
I am spinning so fast, I’m landing
in the middle
Of this cold familiar place where
I struggle to save face
And I lose all of the things that
matter
Chorus
I don’t want to be here again
Bowed at the altar of ego
I’ve sacrificed most everything
Here at the altar of ego
The altar of ego
I’ve got just four friends I will
let advise me
Me, myself, and I and the evil twin
inside me
We talk each other up and we bring
each other down
‘Cause there’s nothing we like more
than the ever present sound
Of the voice inside my head, once
again it’s led
To losing all the things that matter
Repeat chorus
I need a touch of love, I need a
thrust of grace
A push, a shove, a slap in the face
I have gazed too long at the person
in the mirror
As I turn away, I’m finding things
are cleared
I will set my sights on Someone
so much higher
Not on what I want, but on what
I require
To travel to the place where at
last I can embrace
All the things that really matter
Repeat chorus
(C) 1995 Sunday Shoes Music (ASCAP)