Don?t you worry baby, I told you I was coming home.
I went into the back, fell between the cracks, all alone.
So when you say you did, well I say you didn?t.
When you roll your eyes, I think you?re kidding.
It?s a memory; that we could never be.
And it?s big and black, it?s stuck on your shoulder.
And it drags you down, it makes you feel older.
It?s a photograph, all that we never had.
It?s a lot (It?s a lot) × 4

And it?s a cardboard box, stuck in a corner.
It?s your back wood talk, I?ll make it in tone.
It?s your funny ring. Midas is everything.
And it?s the call I made, when you were looking.
It?s the slack I gave, I read in a book.
It?s a magazine, all that you?ve never seen.
It?s a lot (It?s a lot) × 3
It?s a lot
And it?s not what you thought
It?s a lot

Don?t you worry baby, I told you I was coming home.
I would never leave you there, waiting in your chair, all alone.
So when you say you did, well I say you didn?t.
When you roll your eyes, I think you?re kidding.
It?s a memory; All we could never be.
It?s a lot (It?s a lot) × 7
It?s a lot
And it?s not what you thought
It?s a lot

Don?t you worry baby × 6