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?