Well I live too loud and I talk too much But somehow I don't see it as such Seems like what I love the most Is the sound of my own voice
I pray my list and I say my piece I check You off but I'm incomplete Seems like what I'm missing most Is the sound of Your voice
So why is it so hard for me To shut my mouth and let you speak Why do I feel the need to always keep on talking Well I know I need to hear from You I know what I have got to do To find what I've been missing I've got to learn to listen
A wise man hears before he speaks He knows he doesn't know everything I wish that sounded more like me But I have got so far to go
Why is my first reaction To give my own opinion Like I could tell You something You don't already know
