Don’t Sweat It

Put it up to your lips
Even though you know it won't fly
Gave it up for a week or two
But you really had to try

Now you're fixing to burn every bridge
The weather leaves alone
Won't give it up for a spear in your side
Don't sweat it man, don't sweat it
We can walk home

And I'm sure there's an explanation
Some past loss or resignation
That ain't gonna fly when you're twenty-five

Got a job at the corner store
So you don't look like a jerk
Pretty psyched, you can sleep in late
And you can walk to work

Now you're fixing the flat on the front
Of the car that your folks own
Won't give it up for a starving child
Don't sweat it man, don't sweat it
We can walk home

What you gonna do when it dawns on you?

I don't know where you get your information
But I'm still waiting for an explanation
That ain't gonna fly when your thirty-five
Asking for an application

What you gonna do when it dawns on you?