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?