Texty: EARTHA. Worryin’ ‘bout Me.

Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me;
Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me;
What if I vanish tomorrow?
Life still goes on without me

Ain?t no sense in crying over me;
I lived to be all I knew to be
Just keep my words that you borrowed;
Publish them for the whole world to see

What I do with my time
Is work on me, It?s my life
Gotta be sure that I?m right;
Cross my T?s and dot my I?s

And if I miss don?t be confused
I?m not a hypocrite. That ain?t cool
You?ve got an optimist in the room
And all I?m trying to do is tell you

Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me;
Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me;
What if I vanish tomorrow?
Life still goes on without me

We cannot suspend a prophecy;
My friend what will be, it sure will be (que sera sera)
If Babylon falls tomorrow,
Then that?s how it was supposed to be

Can?t control every circumstance

Some things are out of your hands
You?ve got to believe there?s a bigger plan
Or you?ll make yourself a madman

Take the coast, walk the shoreline,
Search your soul, free your mind
Try to be right in all you do
Cause only you can account for you

Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me;
Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me;
What if I vanish tomorrow?
Life still goes on without me

We cannot suspend a prophecy;
My friend what will be, it sure will be (que sera sera)
If Babylon falls tomorrow,
Then that?s how it was supposed to be

Ain?t no sense in crying over me;
I lived to be all I knew to be
Just keep my words that you borrowed;
Publish them for the whole world to see

Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me; (Ain?t no sense in crying over me)
Ain?t no sense in worryin bout me;
What if I vanish tomorrow?
Life still goes on without me