Worried Times

Bring your friends, come around
We can talk for a while
If you want
We’ll get high
Singing songs that we know
From ages ago
There’s a hole
In a line
Until my broken eyes can see
Who’s standing right in front of me
I’ll never see an end of these
Worried times
If it’s me
That you like
I would like to know just why
It’s alright, take your time
I have played little game but tonight
Now it’s time for a change, I’m tired
Until the past is over me
I won’t be true I won’t be free
I’ll never see an end of these
Worried times
Speaking to me I hear nothing at all
You’re up there I’m right here on the ground
And I can’t really hear you
And I can’t really hear you
And I can’t really hear you
Worried times