afternoon, see a guy with rubies on his head

and he's shifting like shifting like he was dead

and he's hearing something, she never said

on his way back home, under his bed



chorus

when the weight comes down

when the weight comes down



in the night there's a girl who doesn't mind her

ragged sleeves

knowing someone soon is gonna grieve

and a man he tells her a story, she just won't believe

called "Adam never could do right by eve"



and the weight comes down

and the weight comes down

and the weight comes down

down on you, down on me

and a girl walks by the burning bush

she asks "what's going on here man?"

and he smiles, says "open wide, wide, wide"



in my dreams, a candy coated train comes to my door

with a little girl, I can't have anymore

you know a letter washes up to the shore

that I cannot read and I probably should ignore



when the weight comes down

when the weight comes down

when the weight comes down