When your car breaks down you hand your keys to the nearest jogger
And say if you can fix it, it belongs to you
You go through roommates and friends and apartments
Like the ordinary person would change his or her underwear
Baby I worry about you how can you live this way
With the eyes of a child and the soul of a beggar
On a skid row Saturday
But every time you seem to be walking through glass
You come through fine
On the other side
Like a wounded bird you flop and flutter
Til I wanna take you in my hand
And put you in a box for a while
But you never stay put you never stay put
You limp along the highway
Dangerously close to where the cars roll by
Baby I worry about you, what strange voice do you hear
You try to live by rules that even Jesus wouldn’t go near
But every time you seem to be walking through glass
You come through fine
On the other side
It’s all an experiment
Every step you take is on the difficult path
You fight the impossible
You oughta live your life in a philosophy class
Baby I worry about you
You do the dance of death
You finally come in at three in the morning
With the universe on your breath
But every time you seem to be walking through glass
You come through fine
On the other side
(lyrics: Dan Bern)