FOUND ME I'M DONE

When I hear what we call music,

It seems to me that someone is talking, and talking about

His feelings, or about his ideas of relationships

But when I hear traffic, the sound of traffic, here on sixth Avenue

I don't have the feeling that anyone is talking

I have the feeling that I don't care

Mind always racing, I try both ways, mind on replay, I get it my way

Show no emotion, really I'm a predator, when I tend to get this way, I can get competitive

Cause I tried my way, I'm gone all day

I'm always on play, you cannot relate