Blooming

Some days I can never stop restin' Some nights I just can't fall asleep There must be a hole in my pocket; I can't find my confidence Some days I'm a critic of compliments You may feel down and weary right now But my dear, you're always blooming You may feel down and weary right now But my dear, you're always blooming When the trees in my mind are dominoes falling down I knock them down and then I set them back up Trees fall and it's the loudest sound But when they're growing, only silence is found You may feel down and weary right now But my dear, you're always blooming You may feel down and weary right now But my dear, you're always blooming You may feel down You may feel down and weary right now But my dear, you're always blooming You may feel down and weary right now But my dear, you're always blooming My dear, you're always blooming You're always blooming You're always blooming You're always blooming, blooming, blooming