i've got it written on my hand   city park at 2:00   a lonely bench awaits   where in the world are you?   clouds are coming in   gray skies that were blue   cover this small town   now that it's left without you      and i await   a time when we feel safe   and we're not on our way down   farther now   because i'm getting fed up      disheartened let'd go on (i'm going to find a way)   this is how we get through      must have called you a 1,000 times   only to ring through   you said you would be around   words can be so untrue   you told me not to worry   there is no reason to worry   who's worried?   i'm worried