There's no beauty in maybe The dull glow of uncertainty daily The things we carry are not just our own And they won't leave well enough alone We carry the heavy things, heave Through sleepless nights and hope they will leave But they're not our own No they're not our own So lets go, get up off the deck But you don't ever seem to forget The burden's heavy and wears us to the bone But we'll make it on our own The things we carry are not just our own And they won't leave well enough alone The burden's heavy, and wears us to the bone But we'll make it on our own