It aint no jive
I was burning alive
Whenever you walk in the room
It happened so quickly
I was feeling so sickly
Like the lover who lost his own muse

The shots in the tank or
The men in the bank
He wants my money to loan
I can’t understand
What the hell is his plan
While he aint even got a home
Aint got a home

Girl on a street
With holes in her feet
Looks through the eyes of a cloud
She don’t look amazed
She’s feeling kind of sad
So I just walk around

I reassess, she’s down on her luck
She’s reading a book full of lies
I don’t know when ill be coming home baby
But I sure sympathize

Can sympathize
Can sympathize

Angels spread their wings
On all the dirty things
But you
Do

She drops to the floor
Her head’s by the door
Her bible is by her side
Heaven is calling
The new world is falling
And she aint got a single person left

To confide
No one to confide
No one to confide
Ah to confide

I sympathize
Can Sympathize