Real and Simple (Edge of the World)

Do you see me like I see you?
The words you chose are hard to see through
And sometimes I can't tell
Do you know me so well?
Do you know me at all?

My father is the son of an immigrant
My mother died real young
That must be where I inherited
My fear of too much sun
I always thought I'd grow a cancer in my cells
If I learned the sun too well

But here I am, surviving every single day
It's hard to imagine living any other way

And as I try to build a life
One that's real and simple
It's hard to keep ahold of it
'Cause life is just a ripple
And as I try to see more clearly
Peer behind the curtain
I'm troubled by this fear of mine
That nothing here is certain

Woah-oah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oah-oah
Woah-oah-oah-oh
Woah

My father is the son of an immigrant
My mother died real young