the pretty things
she don't
She doesn't see the yellow light, falling on formica table tops She doesn't see the empty chairs in her life Of all these sad cafes, I think she's seen quite a lot. And heard all this road house stuff going down.  And I say she don't have to worry. She don't have to care, She don't have to worry 'cause I'll be there.  I feel like I'm such a fool, keeping something up here The reasons that I do just ain't clear I try I try I try to keep satisfied But it isn't what I want, And nothing's gonna keep me from the other side  And I say she don't have to worry. She don't have to care, She don't have to worry 'cause I'll be there.  It seems like a hopeless case of just plain wasted time I don't feel another day makes any sense.  She don't need to worry.