Restless, I can't slow my racing mind
Elusive thoughts I just can't pin them down
They're floating all around
Guided meditation don't work
And exercise, it just makes me feel worse
I remember something I heard about the loneliest whale in the ocean
Nobody's seen him, he's an imperceptible sound
He just can't be found
I dug this well with gnarled, calloused hands
Through rocks and clay and endless layers of sand
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
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Restless, I can't slow my racing mind
Elusive thoughts I just can't pin them down
They're floating all around
Guided meditation don't work
And exercise, it just makes me feel worse
I remember something I heard about the loneliest whale in the ocean
Nobody's seen him, he's an imperceptible sound
He just can't be found
I dug this well with gnarled, calloused hands
Through rocks and clay and endless layers of sand
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
Elusive thoughts I just can't pin them down
They're floating all around
Guided meditation don't work
And exercise, it just makes me feel worse
I remember something I heard about the loneliest whale in the ocean
Nobody's seen him, he's an imperceptible sound
He just can't be found
I dug this well with gnarled, calloused hands
Through rocks and clay and endless layers of sand
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
I'm frail and frightened
At the bottom of a chasm
I'm broken, crooked, cold
And worn, weak and old
Writer: Robert Webb
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