Not angry ... tired Lyrics

It was a sunday when tom came around
And said "give me your cd player or you life"
I didn't argue 'cause tom had a knife
I said "tom, I don't understand
You're acting like a fool
You know me, we went to the same school"
He said "eddie, that's not the point
You were always fair
It's not you i'm after
It's you CD player"

I thought about that while tom was busy
Dismantling my gear
About how he would've sliced me
From ear to ear

I won't worry myself about it
I will lay my head down
If I find a soft spot in the ground

When tom finally left with my machine
Which he so desired
I wasn't angry, I was just tired
So I went out to a local bar
Not so far from here
Thought i'd find consolation in beer
And who should be there in that same bar
But sandy, my ex wife
She was having a drink with tom
The man with a knife
I said "sandy! what the hell are you doing
That man took what was mine"
And she said "well so did you for a long long time
But I'm not angry I'm just tired"

I won't worry myself about it...

When I got home from the pub that night
I just stared at my stack system stereo
At the little empty space
Where my CD player should go
I thought about what had been stolen
And what had been lost
And what could be regained
And at what cost
And how I let sandy go
'cause I wanted an easy life
And there are thing more frightening
Than a man with a knife

I won't worry myself about it...