1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3
Makes me eggs and bacon
Wakes me up with a smile
She's a good, good friend
She asks, what did you dream?
I say, I haven't dreamt in a while
You dream more often
I study her face
She sips from her tea
Then looks back at me
And I worry less, and less, and less about my life
I pick up the paper
Stories she's set aside
Second-hand news
I sit on a quote
Is it distant or time that divides?
It must be the two
I drink from my coffee
Rest in my chair
She sifts through the comics
And I worry less, and less, and less about my life
We'll always make it
We'll always get by
She cradles my head
And I worry less, and less, and less about my life
I worry less, and less, and less about my life
I worry less, and less, and less about my life
I worry less, and less, and less...