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 oh
And 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 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 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
Llevando
Y tú llevabas
Mucho peso sobre tus hombros
encogiéndose de hombros como
Ni siquiera importa
Y me atraparon sosteniendo la puerta
Para un viejo forastero
Y él me miró como
No le he hecho un favor
Pero oh
Y tú estabas caminando hacia abajo
La calle en su charol
Y gastarlo porque
Se ve mejor resistido
Y te atraparon sosteniendo la puerta
Para un viejo forastero
Y él te miró
Como si nunca hubiera estado mejor
Pero oh
No te enfades, no estés triste, no seas triste
¿Y por qué demonios deberías hacer
Lo que Dios quiere que hagas
Cuando tiene más de unos pocos
¿Manuales entre los que elegir?
Y la tristeza que tienes
Es el amor que sientes
Tratando de volverse a sí mismo
En algo que es real
Y tú llevabas
Mucho peso sobre tus hombros
Y encogiéndose de hombros como
Ni siquiera importa
Y me atraparon sosteniendo la puerta
Para ti en un clima amenazante
Y me miraste como
Nunca has estado mejor