Woorden: Holly Throsby. Under the Town. I Worry Very Well.

Oh, can?t you tell
That I worry very well?
Oh old friend, how I fret
Things you wouldn?t want to wrestle
The hills below sloping
Down to the beach
And here?s here?s here?s hoping
Our young bodies will keep
Oh, can?t you tell
That I worry very well?
Old friend, how I fret
Like you wouldn?t want to know it
So might you leave?
Us all to grieve?
Saying: ?So passed a man,
So passed my darling?
Me and my brother
Driving the truck
Thinking whatever
Smoking and such
Oh mother, don?t worry
We are kids in the dust
Oh mother, don?t worry
I am not like he was
There?re animals crossing
And we?re waving them on
Patiently waiting,
We are wishing them well