It’s Me Again

In the song, “It’s Me Again,” I have never been quite sure whether Wayne Kirkpatrick is addressing the lyrics to a friend or to God. I suspect that it may be both. Kirkpatrick tends to do this with his songs. Regardless, from my time spent coaching others, and from my own life, I am convinced that many of us will be able to relate to these words of weakness and trust. In the liner notes, he says this about the song.

There is a great line in the movie Broadcast News where Albert Brooks says, “Wouldn’t this be a great world if insecurity and depression made us more attractive?” If that were so, we would have a world of incredibly beautiful and appealing people. I should be so lucky.

The song is an insight into a mind that is being honest with God and admitting that he is not as strong as people believe he is, or even as strong as he believes he is. Yet, the songwriter knows where to turn. He is well aware that he has been here before. He keeps on turning to the same person who will save him from the poets and the poltergeists. He keeps on turning and returning, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah . . . . me again.

“It’s Me Again”
Lyrics and Music by Wayne Kirkpatrick

From the Album, The Maple Room.
© 1997 Warner Chappell/Sell The Cow Music/BMI

Okay
Maybe I’m not as strong as I pretend to be
Okay
Maybe I’m just as insecure as everybody else

But I tell myself, maybe
I can work it out alone
And no one else will ever know

You there
Watching and waiting with the patience of a saint
While I
Wallow in self-indulgent, paranoid philosophies

But I’m no Socrates, baby
And in the end it’s like a marathon
I’m running straight to you

I can’t seem to take this ride with ease
I can’t see the forest for the trees
I’m coming undone
Hello, it’s me again
It’s me again

Tonight
While all the world is sleeping I will roam the halls
Consumed
With the obsessions of a terminal insomniac

Under attack, save me
From the poets and the poltergeists
Playing in my head

I can’t seem to take this ride with ease
I can’t see the forest for the trees
I’m coming undone
Hello, it’s me again
Yeah, me again

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Me again

So you tell me not to worry
But I’m a frightened little child
With a strong imagination
That can always be found
Running free and wild

I can’t seem to take this ride with ease
I can’t see the forest for the trees
I’m coming undone
Hello, it’s me again
Yeah, it’s me again