It's a Lot

Don't you worry, baby
I told you I was comin' home
I went into the back
Fell between the cracks
All alone

So when you say you did
Well, I say you didn't
When you roll your eyes
I think you get it
To memory
That we could never be

I have to speak in black
And stuck on your shoulder
And it drags you down
It makes you feel old
It's a photograph
All that we never had

It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)

And it's the cardboard box
Stuck in the corner
It's your Backwood talk
I'll make it in tone
It's your phoney rings (phoney rings, phoney rings)
Manages everything

And it's the call I made
When you were lucky
It's the slack I gave
I read in a book
It's a magazine (magazine, magazine, magazine)
All that you never see

It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot

And it's not
What you thought
It's a lot (a lot, a lot, a lot)

Don't you worry, baby
I told you I was comin' home
I would never leave you there
Waitin' in your chair
All alone (all alone, all alone, all alone)

So when you say you did
Well, let's say you didn't
When you roll your eyes
I think you get it
To memory (memory, memory, memory)
All we could never be

It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)
It's a lot (it's a lot)

It's a lot
And it's not
What you thought
It's a lot

Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby
Don't you worry, baby