Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Worry Too Much, artist - Buddy Miller. Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Song language: English
Worry Too Much |
| It’s the demolition derby |
| It’s the sport of the hunt |
| Proud tribe in full war-dance |
| It’s the slow smile that the bully gives the runt |
| It’s the force of inertia |
| It’s the lack of constraint |
| It’s the children out playing in the rock garden |
| All dolled-up in black hats and war paint |
| Sometimes it feels like bars of steel |
| I cannot bend with my hands |
| Oh-oh — I worry too much |
| Somebody told me that I worry too much |
| Oh-oh — I worry too much |
| Somebody told me that I worry too much |
| It’s these sandpaper eyes |
| It’s the way they rub the lustre from what is seen |
| It’s the way we tell ourselves that all these things are normal |
| Till we can’t remember what we mean |
| It’s the flicker of our flames |
| It’s the friction born of living |
| It’s the way we beat a hot retreat |
| And heave our smoking guns into the river |
| Sometimes it feels like bars of steel |
| I cannot bend with my hands |
| Oh-oh — I worry too much |
| Somebody told me that I worry too much |
| Oh-oh — I worry too much |
| Somebody told me that I worry too much |
| It’s the quick-step march of history |
| The vanity of nations |
| It’s the way there’ll be no muffled drums |
| To mark the passage of my generation |
| It’s the children of my children |
| It’s the lambs born in innocence |
| It’s wondering if the good I know |
| Will last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones |
| Sometimes it feels like bars of steel |
| I cannot bend with my hands |
| Oh-oh — I worry too much |
| Somebody told me that I worry too much |
| Oh-oh — I worry too much |
| Somebody told me that I worry too much |