Wont you look out to that horizonThese ships will all sail awayThey all disappear like promises, it would all be so differentOh but thereâs a day before the darknessFor drawing the bigger picturesFor drawing the friendly fireFor drawing upon a lifetime of ugly experienceDonât you leave me at the last time of askingThere is nothing serious, enough for this for this, for thisThere is nothing serious, enough for this.Itâs easy to count your blessingItâs easy to soldier onItâs easy to make the best of a bad situationItâs easy for me to smile and say hold onThereâs nothing serious, enough for this, for thisThereâs nothing serious, enough to lose tomorrowA wish for a choir of angelsA wish for a second chanceA wish for an opportunity to have said something simple like donât leaveOr to catch you at the last time of askingThereâs nothing serious, enough for this for this, for thisThere is nothing serious, enough to lose tomorrow, lose tomorrow, oh to lose tomorrow