I've got it written on my hand

city park at 2:00

a lonely bench awaits

where in the world are you?

clouds are coming in

gray skies that were blue

cover this small town

now that it's left without you



and I await

a time when we feel safe

and we're not on our way down

farther now

because I'm getting fed up



disheartened let'd go on (I'm going to find a way)

this is how we get through



must have called you a thousand times

only to ring through

you said you would be around

words can be so untrue

you told me not to worry

there is no reason to worry

who's worried?

I'm worried