Carrying Jukebox the Ghost

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, 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?