Everywhere I go I’m always running late,

Am I too slow or is there too much on my plate?

Don’t just do something stand there!

Perhaps there’s something in the solitude I fear,

In the stillness, in the silence I might hear:

Chorus

Someone is calling me, 

But I can’t sort through the noise.

Trying to listen, but I can’t recognize, 

I can’t recognize the voice.

I’m late for whatever I had at eight,

If I could throw out my appointment book, 

I wouldn’t hesitate, or would I?

In the stillness, in the silence I might hear:

Repeat Chorus

In the stillness, in the silence I might hear:

Repeat Chorus

Can’t recognize, can’t recognize, can’t recognize. 

© 2005 Adriane Blanco Music (ASCAP). 

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