Found your horizon Over the hilltop Dressed in her Sunday best Washed in the cool blue Prancing around you Singing a worried song Is this all in my head? Mirages, a river bed White picket fences I've got the message We've had more luck from the start Redraw the starting line It's his and hers as much as mine And we will never let that slide And on the ground is a father How many times, how many others? This is just a worried song You could never get that wrong This is just a worried song You could never get that wrong This is just a worried song You could never get that wrong This is just a worried song You could never get that wrong