You look tired
I mean you look good but tired
Maybe not so much tired as worried
You've got the weight of the world on your shoulders
We've got the weight of the world on our shoulders too
But there are a lot more of us than there are of you
So leave the weight of the world on the shoulders of the world and take your nose off the grindstone
Take your pen off the drawing board
Take your nose off the grindstone
Someone bled the drawing board dry
Now you need someone to fill it fill it fill it
Fill it like a prescription for a good night's sleep
Sounds easy
Taking it easy
On a Saturday evening
But there ain't nothing easy
'Bout taking it easy
On a Saturday evenin'
In two thousand and seventeen
'Cause everyone's busy
(everyone's busy)
Busy going crazy
Even catching your breath can seem impossibly lazy
I don't wanna be lazy
I don't wanna look lazy
Well, you don't look lazy
No you look good just tired
Tired of all the trouble around us
Of not being able to do much
You've got the weight of the world on your shoulders
We've got the weight of the world on our shoulders too
But there are a lot more of us than there are of you
So leave the weight of the world on the shoulders of the world
And take your nose off the grindstone
Take your pen off the drawing board
We'll be here if you need us
Easy does it
(Easy does it)
There's a real art to taking a deep breath
And ripping your nose off the grindstone
When someone bleeds your drawing board dry
And you need someone to fill it fill it fill it with thoughts plans schemes sketches wishes hopes dreams
For all
the pretty little things we make to help us help each other take our noses off the grindstone
People bleed our broken hearts dry, Lord, and people are gonna fill 'em fill 'em fill 'em
Fill 'em like a prescription for a good night's sleep