Worry Too Much Lyrics - Buddy And Julie Miller

Worry Too Much
(Mark Heard)it's the demolition derbyit's the sport of the huntproud tribe in full war-danceit's the slow smile that the bully gives the runtit's the force of inertiait's the lack of constraintit's the children out playing in the rock gardenall dolled-up in black hats and war paintsometimes it feels like bars of steeli cannot bend with my handsoh - i worry too muchsomebody told me that i worry too muchit's these sandpaper eyesit's the way they rub the luster from what is seenit's the way we tell ourselves that all these things are normaltill we can't remember what we meanit's the flicker of our flamesit's the friction born of livingit's the way we beat a hot retreatand heave our smoking guns into the riversometimes it feels like bars of steeli cannot bend with my handsoh - i worry too muchsomebody told me that i worry too muchit's the quick-step march of historythe vanity of nationsit's the way there'll be no muffled drumsto mark the passage of my generationit's the children of my childrenit's the lambs born in innocenceit's wondering if the good i knowwill last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones