Songtext
I'm thinking about other things I heard about today
All this week and tomorrow
And how these hands could create some better things for bettering
But you see for now I got my own things
I can't help it
I got too many issues I own
So I cannot help I'm afraid, yeah
But keep on preaching, preaching and heal the world
Lip service makes us look great
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow?
Or to you is it just not real
Because you got your own things
Yeah we all have our things, I guess.
I guess my mind wanders off
From time to time
Sometimes I convince myself
That all is fine in the world
It's not mine
Why should I have to try
To fix things I didn't create or contrive
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow?
Or to you is it just not real
Because you've got your own things
Yeah we all have so many things
Have the habits had you?
Has it been for long?
Can you feel the souls behind what's going on?
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow?
Or to you is it just not real
Because you've got your own things
Yeah we all have our things
Do you feel
The weight of the world singing sorrow?
Or to you is it just not real
Because you've got your own things
Because we all have so many things
And I can get past these things
