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

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