To Be Scared

Oh, oh oh

Whoa there's nothing to be scared

Oh Oh Oh

Whoa there's nothing to be scared of

Tonight I got you running in my mind

Lord I got you hanging on a line

Go to sleep on a rotten bedA lone, lonely night

Lord, my god, you're running out of timeWhoa oh oh oh

Oh, there's nothing to be scared of

Tonight the wolves the cry in the night

Sleeping in the cold,

I was clutching on a knifeLord I got you running through my mind

Lord I know they're running out of time.