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