I Worry Very Well - Holly Throsby

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

We’re waving them on

Patiently waiting

We are wishing them well