World's a mess Lyrics

Just minding my own time

Young man just passing by

Stopped to ask if I'd heard the news

He didn't ask me what I thought

He told me what was right and wrong

I took a long breath and then I said

I said... Boy if you feel inclined

To say what others tend to regret

It's on your dime, cause your kind, is the kind

My kind tends to always forget

Try to get it right

Try to hear a little more, speak a little less

I don't like your style, I must confess

Your why this worlds such a mess

Young man thought he knew

All the answers and all we need to do

Said he knew the life that i'd been through

He never bothered to ask my name

Where I'm from or what was new

I just shook my head, and then I said

I said... Boy if you feel inclined

To say what others tend to regret

It's on your dime, cause your kind is the kind

My kind tends to always forget

Try to get it right

Try to hear a little more, speak a little less

I don't like your style, I must confess

Your why this worlds such a mess

Young man shook my hand

Told me how I didn't understand

I closed my eyes, and then I said Son

It's not about you

Boy if you feel inclined

To say what others tend to regret

It's on your dime, cause your kind, is the kind

My kind tends to always forget

Try to get it right

Try to hear a little more, speak a little less

I don't like your style, I must confess

Your why this worlds such a mess