Who wants a genius anyway
Who worries if he's had enough sleep?
I'd take the bad new any day
If it meant that you were mine to keep

Sweet is the certified nervous wreck
Who now and then likes to appear
To lecture the night and the empty space
And sleep in the cradle of my ear
A few pills a day keeps the anger away
"The people can go" he says
"The furniture stays"

Trying to find a warm place to hide
Maybe born before your time
How unfair to our human eyes
How I wish you were alright
'Cause I worry . . .

Hello to the ghost of '88
My favorite Canadian mess
Remembered the sound of the galaxy
And came here expecting no less

How many nights did you
Lock up inside of that
Terrible lonely streak
And those beautiful eyes
Trying to find a warm place to hide
Maybe born before your time
How unfair to our human eyes
How I wish you were alright
'Cause I worry
About you