Drew Monson - This Isn't It lyrics

He can't read it for himself For fear they're laughing at the spell Nervousness is a poor man's hell And it will find you all around And he knows this isn't it That it's close but it's not this In the morning, sits and stares Slightly shaking and aware And as the hours pa** it seems There's no time for the bad dream And it know's this isn't it That there's somewhere left to fit And it's there but it's not this So it stays until you quit