What's the point of doing cart-wheels in the sun
Gaze the rain-washed hills
And wish for things undone?
Is it over yet? When's it gonna end?
Is my confidence reeling?
It's not hard to feel outside from it all
It's not hard to stay cold & uninvolved
But for each new day, I feel less inclined
Is my confidence reeling?
I should've been of help and mindful to your needs
Will the pangs of guilt ease up if I'm on my knees
Tell me what to do, tell me what to say
Send my confidence reeling
And I know just what you'll say
Yes, it happens every day
to one you met along the way
And I know just what will be
so wonderful to see; if somehow
some place later we could meet
What's the point of writing songs that no one hears
Little waves of sound falling on deaf ears
All the care and thought
Was it all for naught
Or is my confidence reeling?
Is my confidence reeling?
