Worried

Something tells me she won't show no more
Both eyes fixed upon the door
There's no use saying that she's all right
Baby ain't coming home tonight

Someone's trying to make sense
It's always nice to know a friend
As my eyes wonder through the room
He says that you will be here soon

The clock broke down but I don't have to know
Time's an emotion that I'd rather let go
Seen you in nightmares and I seen you in dreams
The one explaining what the other one means

And then the heart stops and there's a knock on the door
As desperation crawls on the floor
Tell me quick man, bring me the news
I been worrying my head off for a couple of clues

I see fire on the frozen lake
Ten silver horses making love to a snake
Men with tails singing sacred songs
Baby does it really have to take this long

Baby's got me worried...