Weighted Down

Weighted down
Weighted down
Maybe it's
Being in that grocery line
With these
Food insecurities of mine
Worried that before too long
We may not get enough

Maybe me
Feeling the times in play
Where we're
Getting pushed out of the way
And nobody notices
Hey
The times are getting tough

Perhaps it's
Knowing deep inside
I'm just along for the ride
And nothing I do or say
Will make a difference
With a smile or frown

Yeah
Maybe it's just me that's askew
Or maybe
This is happening to you
A hopeless feeling of being lost
And weighted down
Weighted down
Weighted down

Maybe it's
Another's needs to be met
And the
Unwanted obligations I get
Thrust upon me
Whether I like it or not

Perhaps it's the
Fact that before I've begun
Another job needs to be done
And the
Never-ending commitments
Taxing all I've got

Yeah, and maybe it's finding out
That in the end
That they're not really my friend
And I'm just being used
Till their real pals
Get back in town

Either way, it taxes my brain
And it's more
Than too much of a strain
To keep me troubled, on edge
And wearily weighted down
Weighted down
Weighted down

Maybe it's this virus squeeze
And all the
Vague uncertainties
What with all the bad news
Still coming round every day

Maybe it's
Me feeling so ill-at-ease
With the economy
In such a squeeze
Looking like
We may never recover
From the dire change

Oh, perhaps it's the
Protests in the street
Because of the
Bad cop on the beat
Or the country
Being led astray by some
Foolhardy clown

Or maybe it's just me
That's feeling this blue
Or maybe
You're feeling this way too
Feeling apprehension
And heavily weighted down
Weighted down
Weighted down
Weighted down