PAUL RODGERS







If its the cold black night

that's eating up your heart

the cold damp sweat

keep you and sleep apart

The ticking clock

just watching on the table

the wind that howls

as much as it is able



Then worry baby worry

there's a reason for you to

there's a silent, deadly message

in the wind that's meant for you



And the sleeping streets

have closed their tired eyes

The fear that creeps

Will move & slowly rise

your beating heart

will hammer at your breast

your aching brain

will cry aloud for rest



Worry baby worry

there's a reason for you to

there's a silent, deadly message

in the wind that's meant for you



Worry baby worry

there's a reason for you to

there's a silent, deadly message

in the wind that's meant for you