You don't know where you're going,
And you don't know where you've been.
You don't know anything.
And you're not alone, oh young man.
No, you're right where you need to be.
Oh they don't, they don't know you,
And these people, they don't even see you,
But you don't need them anyway.
'Cause you're not alone, oh young man.
You're not alone, oh young man.
No, you're right where you need to be.
And every night you cry alone,
Then you go and hide it with a smile.
Young man, you'll find your home.
It just might take you a little while.
But you're not alone, oh young man.
You're not alone, oh young man.
No, you're right where you need to be.
No, you're right where you need to be.
Young man, dry your weary eyes.
Get back on your horse and ride.
Don't turn your back, or run and hide.
Keep on marching forward with your life.
Young man, dry your weary eyes.
Get back on your horse and ride.
What doesn't cause you to die,
Shouldn't even make you bat an eye.
(Young man, you're not alone)
Young man, dry your weary eyes.
(You'll find your home someday)
Get back on your horse and ride.
(Young man, you're not alone)
Don't turn your back, or run and hide.
(You'll find your home someday)
Keep on marching forward with your life.
(Young man, you're not alone)
Young man, dry your weary eyes.
(You'll find your home someday)
Get back on your horse and ride.
(Young man, you're not alone)
What doesn't cause you to die,
(You'll find your home someday)
Shouldn't even make you bat an eye.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024