Carrying

And you were carrying

A lot of weight upon your shoulders

Shrugging it off like

It don't even matter

And I was caught holding the door

For an old bowlegged stranger

And he looked at me like

I ain't done him a favor

But ohAnd you were walking down

The street in your patent leather

And wearing it out 'cause

It looks better weathered

And you were caught holding the door

For an old bowlegged stranger

And he looked at you

Like he'd never been better

But ohDon'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 himself

Into something that's real

And you were carrying

A lot of weight upon your shoulders

And shrugging it off like

It don't even matter

And I was caught holding the door

For you in threatening weather

And you looked at me like

You'd never been better