Why
Am I so frightened by the little things
The bedbugs, the wedding rings
And why
Am I so bothered by the bickering
The water cooler's echoing
The push that comes to shove
Do I talk too much
Or not enough
Why
Do I apologize for everything
From what I say to what I sing
And why
Have all my friends become my enemies
Do they see some other side of me
Do you say you've got one too
Perhaps I can relate to you
And everything you're going through
There seems to be a break between
The things we dream and things we do
But if you dream of you and me
The way I do
Gonna see this one through
