You were carrying a lot of weight upon your shoulders and shrugging it off like it didn't even matter
And I was caught holding a door for an old bowlegged stranger And he looked at me like I ain't done him a favor
And oh...
You were walking down the street in your patent leather and wearing it out 'cause it looks better weathered
You were caught holding a door for an old bowlegged stranger And he looked at you like he'd never been better
But oh...
Don't be angry Don't be sad, don't be blue And why on earth should you do what god wants you to do when he's got more than a few manuals from which to choose?
And the sadness you have is the love that you feel trying to turn itself into something that's real...
You were carrying a lot of weight upon your shoulders and shrugging it off like it didn't even matter
And I was caught holding a door for you in threatening weather And you looked at me like You'd never been better...