Always out there...

He's always out there,
   He's always hurt...
Always somewhere,
   Constantly at work...
He won't listen to the wisdom offered through worry...
   How he can push himself so far; I wish I could see...
When will he fall? Will anyone be there?
   Will I find him in time? Can I prove that I care?
Though he looks away everytime that I try,
   I know there's something still getting through.
All that 'I don't understand those feelings', that's all a lie,
   I just won't accept that that's true!
Please hold on Mark, and please don't be mad...
I'm leaving to find you, this town just leaves me so sad...
Without you here, without your smile...
I can barely hold on, hold on for a while...
I'm going to prove that I do more than just care...
I know that I'll find you...
You're always out there...