Well I've picked up the problem Many times I've looked at the top the bottom and all sides I put it down but it is still on my mind I find myself turned around I'm here and there and upside down I cannot get on step though I'm at the red line I'm bogged down by the problem that is on my mind So I try to sleep but get no rest I'd breathe better but there is a weight on my chest Oh there's something here that's just not right And all these thoughts They keep me up all night Like a crowd in a room when the panic comes To the one open door everybody runs But they get stuck all the more the harder they try Even so the thoughts that are on my mind Well my heart knows only love will fix But my head so protective needs to be convinced Oh my God my guitar and a little time Will work on the problem that is on my mind Oh my God my guitar and a little time Will work on the problem that is on my mind