one, two, three, fournnnnbe still for menndon't worry about everything you seennthere's a time, a placenni could trace the years upon your facennnnwayward son, you've lost your head againnnthink of all the words you could've saidnnthe road's not fit for a kid who ain't ready to see it yetnnit's alright to let yourself down again tonightnnnnlet go, releasennwon't you help me set my mind at easennthere's a will, a waynni know it's getting dark now but it's okaynnnnthis time understand, that this lonely, tired bird don't know how to landnnnnwayward son, you've lost your head againnnthink of all the words you could've saidnnthe road's not fit for a kid who ain't ready to see it yetnnit's alright to let yourself down again tonightnnnnhey there son, you've gotta carry onnntake a load off your weary headnnthe road's not fit for a kid who ain't ready to see it yetnnit's alright to let yourself down again tonightnnnnin this we life we love who we cannnthen they're gone, then they're gonennbut what will be and what has beennnwill be again