Behind the Song
The first line came to me one day when I was feeling both bitter and perverse. “It’s a troubled world, but I feel fine.” My first draft contained more irony — I juxtaposed troubling world events with an unconcerned narrator.
But I didn’t really like it; felt a little sophmoric, a little bit like taking potshots at “first world problems.”
Like many of my songs, I’m trying to prod myself with a bit of advice. In this case: don’t let your worries get you down.
Lyrics
It's a troubled world but I'm doing fine I've got time to sip my wine. It's a troubled world but I'm okay gonna take a long walk today. Why spread your worries? Why try to bring me down? Don't you see the green shoots growing in this old town? Why get so mad when you can get ahead? There's more to living than not being dead in a troubled world. It's a troubled world but no flies on me I feel the sand and I smell the sea. It's a troubled world or so I've been told but I built a fire to drive out the cold. Why spread your worries? Why try to bring me down? Don't you see the green shoots growing in this old town? Why get so mad when you can get ahead? There's more to living than not being dead in a troubled world. It's a troubled world but I feel okay gonna take a long walk today.
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