Come in from the darkness
on the edge of this three tree town.
Because it’s thicker than the woods out there,
Settles harder than the cold winter ground.
Come in from the shadows
of these boot black, marching clouds
Because trouble falls like rain,
And lately it’s been pouring down.
Oh come in from the confines
of your own mind my dear,
because worry is all you’ll find there it’s clear.
And tomorrow will always come.
And tomorrow may well bring the sun.