Tiny Muscles

Tiny muscles in your face say something's not right Something's wrong Little movements along your laugh lines say something's not right Something's wrong And I worry, and I worry 'bout my friends back home Will they ever make it out of that shithole town? And I worry, and I worry 'bout our future, love Will we ever figure out where we went wrong? Subtle changes in the weather clouding your mind Brewing storms No animation in your voice Just grunts and shrugs in place of words And I worry, and I worry 'bout my friends back home Will they ever make it out of that shithole town? And I worry, and I worry 'bout our future, love Will we ever figure out where we went wrong? I just wanna bathe in the warmth of the sea Look back onto the beach and see you waving at me Get us caught in the storm, lost on on the mountain Start a brand new life in the company of trees And I worry, and I worry 'bout my friends back home Will they ever make it out of that shithole town? And I worry, and I worry 'bout our future, love Will we ever figure out where we went wrong?