I Wasn't Worried

They robbed an answer from the pockets

of the good old days. It was simple yp to

then. Now I hold the fire in a worried way.

I guard the fire from the wind.

I like to tell you that you're pretty, it

warms your face. And I am a winner

every time. Don't break my heart with

your common sense, don't throw my heart

against the wind.

I wasn't worried about it, but I watch it

closer now. I wasn't worried about it at all.

I wait for the moment and I wait for

the moment's cue, and I do the best

that I can. With my bellows out and a

comic grace I rob the pockets of our good

old days.