What do ya got for me now?

So. You think you can telll....
me all your tales...
Blue skies and veils...
Do you feel a bad feeling...
and pick up the phone...
Cry and moan...
Do you think you can tell...
Did you take all your strength...
And give in...
Crumble within...
Wilt and turn thin...
Oh... If it could be clear...
There's just only so much that I can endure
year after year
Blowing hard as if after a run...
Even though you're filtered by tears...
If it could be clear...

(cue the acoustic guitar solo- thanks to P.F.- just wanted to add my own words...)