Anywhere

Well, here I am, writing
Because with math and science out of the way, I haven't got much to do tomorrow
Here I am, writing
Because I wish I was at prom with him still
I am writing
Because I don't wanna watch Dad cry on Saturday during graduation
I'm writing
Because I wish I was anywhere with him still

I wonder if he worries about his brother leaving
I wonder if he ever gets scared like I do about anything


Oh, this wandering heart
It'll all turn out, dear
So don't you fret, don't you mind
I'm always right here

Oh, all these different lives
It's fine if you're scared, too
So take my hand, it's alright
You can cry on me if you need to