Carrying

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...