Worry Not

If you wait unconsciously, drifting away Lost while you run Knowing full well, I'll leave for sure That I should have done long before Within me, there are words, words to explain But I, I won't be there, oh, be ready for you But I, I won't be there Watch me shimmy along this cold and lonely cloister As I try to hold on Knowing full well, I'm losing my touch In a minute, I'm losing my ground A sedentary way of life reveals its' form But you, you won't be there to witness everything But you, you won't be there