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?
Writer(s): PAUL WAAKTAAR-SAVOY