I UNDERSTAND WE SEE THINGS DIFFERENT WAYS TEMPERS BLIND THE WAY WHERE LOVE SHOULD DWELL THERE’S MORE BRIGHT LAND WHERE THE SUN HAS SHOWN TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER OWN GROWING UP IT’S HARD TO DO RIGHT NOW WE SIT AND FUMBLE, WISHING LOVE WOULD CALL LIKE THE WILLOW THROUGH THE SEASONS STANDS ALONE TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER OWN I BELIEVE OUR SORROW HAS A HOME AND WE WEEP FOR OUR FRIENDS WHO HAVE GONE PALE AND WAN WE LOOK, OUR FACES ARE LIKE STONE TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER OWN THERE’S MORE BRIGHT LAND WHERE THE SUN HAS GONE TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF THAT’S ALL YOU’LL EVER OWN