Worry Too Much Songtext
von Buddy Miller

It′s a demolition derby
It's the sport of the hunt
Crowd-driving foot war dance
It′s the slow smile that the bully gives the run
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

And sometimes it feels like bars of steel
I cannot bend with my hands

Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much
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 luster from what is seen
It′s the way we tell ourselves that all these things are normal
'Til 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

Oh, sometimes it feels like bars of steel
I cannot bend with my hands

Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much
Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much
Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much
Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much

It's the quickstep 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


Oh, sometimes it feels like bars of steel
I cannot bend with my hands

Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much
Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much
Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much
Oh, I worry too much
Somebody told me that I worry too much