Lyrics:

All the anchors of my life are buried in some other sea
All the waves are playing tricks on my return
I am not the architect I thought that I could be
Just the product of some plans drawn in the dirt
I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm waiting on a sign
So I'm calling off the search to get some sleep
I've been trying to find the bottom of a maze I can't rewind
Now I'm running out of moves in front of me
Oh, and I can't worry about the weather
Oh, and I can't worry 'bout the headlines anymore
Yeah, and I can't worry about Los Angeles
Only you can keep the wolves back from the door
There's a joy around completion, but it somehow never lasts
Long as I am still responsible to be
The answers to the question that I don't know how to ask
And the consequence of rolling up my sleeves
Yeah, and I can't worry about the weather
Oh, and I can't worry 'bout the headlines anymore
Oh, and I can't worry about Los Angeles
Only you can keep the wolves back from the door

Oh, oh
Yeah, and I can't worry about the weather
Oh, and I can't worry 'bout the headlines anymore
Oh, and I can't worry about Los Angeles
Only you can keep the wolves back from the door
Only you can keep the wolves back from the door