She nurses coffee in a small café
Waiting for her baby lying down the hall Stares out through bloodshot eyes At a world she doesn’t recognize at all

One where golden sunlight falls
On golden people in confident stride
Unaware behind dark sun shades
Of the bullets that pass them by

Oh if they could only see her
Maybe they would lend a hand
Or if they could hear her voice
Maybe they would understand that…

The weight of the world
Is pulling her right down to the ground
Lower than she’s every been before
She’s reaching out for answers
But she will not find them there
That’s why she bears
The weight of the world

She passes barbecues and baseball games
As she drives down to the respite hall
And all the things that she once took for granted Hang like paintings on her living room wall

At night she dreams of freedom
A chance to breathe, a chance to rest
But in the morning when she wakes
The dream is gone just like all the rest

And the weight of the world
Is pulling her right down to the ground
Lower than she’s ever been before
There’s no resolution, there’s no chance to heal That’s why she feels The weight of the world

When will someone tell her that it’s over?
Why does it take so long?
And if she can’t save him, then who is gonna save him?
Who’s gonna be there when she’s gone?

She finds herself back in the same café
Another day near the same small door
Same world, same sun, same people
But they’re moving faster than they did before

Some days she wants so badly
To be the one to pass on by
Free from all the killing worry
She is free to run again, free to fly and… The weight of the world Is pulling her right down to the ground Lower than she’s ever been before She tries to smile sometimes but she cannot pretend She cannot believe that she is any closer to the end And the weight of the world Is pulling her right down to the ground The weight of the world Is pulling her right down to the ground