Sometimes, Always, Never

Sometimes I have to stop and think
Trying to stay happy, not to be sad
The texture of my soul is stressed
By all the many troubles around me

Always it seems there's something else
Bills are high, weather's bad
My left hip hurts and I think I know why
Nothing's going the way it should be

Never seems to be enough going on
Until , of course, someone gets me mad
Doing stupid things, ignoring their own needs
Moaning about problems no one else can see


Ah, maybe I should just be happy.
Sometimes I worry about my Dad.
Always I worry about my daughter
Never do I worry about Henry
Never do I worry about me...

Ah, maybe I should.