Worrying Mind

What if this is the last time
I change my mind and call it the truth
What if this is the worst fight
The one that makes it all come unglued
Cause loving me is more than I could ever ask of you
It takes a kind of patience only saints and angels use
Cause I’ve got a worrying mind
It ain’t no peaceful, easy kind
I try so very hard but my soul never can rest
At the end of every day
Down on my knees I sit and I pray
I’ve got plenty of shit I’ve got to get off my chest
Cause I’ve got everything but living to do
What if I’m never the wild one
The one where the wind comes
What if I’m never the quiet one
The one where the day is done
Nothing’s weighing on you
Cause every time I hit the road
All I want is home
And every time I’m home
All I do is think, «when can I go?»
Got everything but living to do
I’ve got everything but living to do
Everything but living to do (x7)