Worry

Late at night, hard to rest Afternoon, like a dying breath I'm not brave enough to say, "I'm sorry" Your heart got made a fool by some fool I'm not sure it's right to lend my worry I've been there, girl it's a tricky place I'll tell you how I dealt my hand You just gotta keep on the race No point to understand that past No point to understand that past So while you wake and you're lonesome I'll be here to talk if you need someone So while you wake and you're lonesome I'll be here to talk if you need someone