Carrying

You were 
 carrying a lot of weight upon your shoulders
 and [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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...