Will Try - Amy Annelle, The Places

Hey look at you my dear

From out here things look clear

You turned around to talk to someone

And found nobody there

So you walk out alone

And you walk home alone

Open the door a crack

Never to go back

Boxes falling to the floor

I thought I’d thrown out long before

But I won’t be afraid

No I won’t be afraid

How could you see a different moon?

There’s only one to find

Strawberries will come in June

And maybe you’ll be fine

Will try I will try I will

Will try will try