Nostalgia Walk Video (MV)

I take the nostalgia walk every time I come back to my parent's house
This time I teeter on a cliff
Hanging over November
It's a valley
And I know every ledge and knoll and stream
In summer the sunset sprawls across its bed
And knocks over its glass of wine
And the heather spills and spills and spills
And now the orange and gold is saved for the leaves
The tress
To the ground
To the puddle
Then my boot
Some of them crisper
My memories

You don't have to worry, you don't have to worry about a thing
If you're feeling frightened, know that you still have a song to sing

They rush to me at whatever pace the brook chooses
In hot summers they trickle through my mind and babble to me
Of how sweet it would be to have an accompaniment made only for me
And when it's rained
They spill and gush
And pour
Into my consciousness
Reminding me of the hurt
I walked off over this bridge

You don't have to worry, you don't have to worry about a thing

I walk the lower path
That today is laden with November
And the memories of every feeling I have ever felt whilst on this trail
I snap the most recent heartbreak under my foot
And I breathe out his name into the dusk
He disappears
And I am glad that I am following in my own footsteps

You don't have to worry, you don't have to worry about a thing
If you're feeling frightened, know that you still have a song to sing