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I'm holding on to the phone Waiting for the man with the plan to ring And say not to worry 'bout a thing There's something big that's bugging me Got to figure out what to believe And if there is a reason for this mess I'll take a wild guess Let's take a trip to see the ocean I want to tell you it's confusing Lately I've got hellhounds on my trail And there's nothing to do about it Sometimes I close my eyes and wonder How to come up from going under Lately I've got letters in the mail Saying, "there is a way around it" I'm holding on to the phone Waiting for the man with the plan to ring And tell me to rethink everything It's gonna take a little while To get on my feet and walk that mile And find the reason for this mess I'll take a wild guess Let's take a trip to see the ocean I want to tell you it's confusing Lately I've got hellhounds on my trail And there's nothing to do about it Sometimes I close my eyes and wonder How to come up from going under Lately I've got letters in the mail Saying, "there is a way around it, and we will make sure you'll find it" |