I'm worried about you
Don't know what to do
You say that you're going
And I know I shouldn't worry
That it's not my place to
You don't know where you're going
But the trees seem to want to hold you close
And you've been flying all over the world
And you think you'll be settling down on the West Coast
And maybe the clean air will do you good
Better than these jagged streets ever could
And maybe the clean air will do you good
Forgoing the lampposts for seas of wood
And I hope it makes you happy
There's no light in your eyes
But maybe you could find some there
And maybe the searing sounds of swallows
Makes up for the fact you're losing your hair
All I know is that I worry
And it's not my place to
All I know is that I worry
Because I want the best for you
I've been here long enough to know
How dark the skies remain
And I've heard the screams with no reprieve
And it leaves you like a ghost
And you claim you never had any hope
So why would you find some now
But still I hope the world can treat you better
And give you laugh lines around your eyes howling loud
Rather than stress lines puckering your brow
Because maybe the clean air will do you good
It'll blanket your body
And keep you warm
Just as it should
And maybe the clean air will do you good
And you could find something wonderful there
Something about which you actually care
And I hope it makes you happy
And I hope it makes you happy
And I hope it makes you happy
Because you deserve to be happy
