Tacoma

If I was born a rich man, I'd sell my father's name

'Cause all that I hold on to gets forgotten just the same

And if you don't mind me asking, it was something that you said

On the outskirts of Tacoma, that's been stuck inside my head

Out on the outskirts of Tacoma, you got stuck inside my head

You said, "Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard"

Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard

Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

It's only gonna rip you apart

Maybe I should pack my things and the bags beneath my eyes

And head out on the highway, tape on the engine lights

And if you don't mind me asking, it was something that you said

On the outskirts of Tacoma, that's been stuck inside my head

Out on the outskirts of Tacoma, you got stuck inside my head

You said, "Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard"

Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard

Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard

Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

Don't worry, it doesn't have to be so hard

Your worrying is only gonna rip you apart

It's only gonna rip you apart

It's only gonna rip you apart

It's only gonna rip you apart