What do I even want to say?
Words build up in my mind, but when it comes time to say them,
They lay cold in my throat.
I sit around thinking of the things I would do if I were free
But when I am free, I just lay there waiting for something, anything to happen

One of these days, I'm not going to be able to keep a straight face.
One of these days, I'm not going to be able to stand the silence that comes between us.
One of these days, I'm going to feel like I'm interrogating you the way you've said
all along.
When that day comes, we'll part our ways.

One of these days, I won't feel like watching T.V. or searching the internet.
One of these days, I won't feel timid to climb in the rain on a mountain
One of these days, I won't feel nervous about giving you a call.
Because when the storm surrounds me, or I find someone who doesn't want to know me, I'll be finished with that fear.