Tell me how a wall breaks into pieces small enough to throw   And feast your eyes and tell me   You don’t worry like I do.   Don’t’ you worry like I do.   Is it the eyes that play tricks or the soul that plays dead?   Which one, I don’t know.   So don’t worry like I do.      Don’t lose your voice   To keep from rising up   To keep from rising up   Oh, to keep from rising up   To keep from rising up      As guilty as two crossed wires, it never ceases to make sense   But we can still follow suit   So don’t you worry like I do.   Don’t you worry like I do.   So don’t you worry like I do.