The Heavy Things

There's no beauty in maybe
The dull glow of uncertainty daily
The things we carry are not just our own
And they won't leave well enough alone

We carry the heavy things, heave
Through sleepless nights and hope they will leave
But they're not our own
No they're not our own

So lets go, get up off the deck
But you don't ever seem to forget
The burden's heavy and wears us to the bone
But we'll make it on our own

The things we carry are not just our own
And they won't leave well enough alone
The burden's heavy, and wears us to the bone
But we'll make it on our own