Lyrics

She’s poor but she’s honest, she begs but she don’t steal
She offers me a blessing in exchange for her next meal
She must know what I’m thinking, the words that I don’t say
If I don’t acknowledge you, perhaps you’ll go away
Go away
I wish she’d go away

I see him on my corner, cardboard for his bed
He holds a conversation with the voices in his head
I like to think he has a home, a family somewhere
I pass him everyday and pretend that he’s not there
He’s not there
I wish he wasn’t there

And where do I go with this responsibility?
Who do I turn to to set my conscience free?
How can your eyes touch a perfect stranger?
The burden of your life, it can’t really
It can’t really rest on me
This responsibility
Can it really rest on me?
This responsibility?

She holds a baby to her breast. Her hand reaches to me
She asks not for herself, but for her hungry family
I lose her voice so easily within the city sounds
But the cooing of a baby makes me stop and turn around
I turn around
Thank God I turn around

But now where do I go with this responsibility?
Who do I turn to to set my conscience free?
How can your eyes touch a perfect stranger?
The burden of your life, can it really
Does it really rest on me?
This responsibility
I believe it rests on me
This responsibility
I believe, I believe, I believe it rests on me
I believe, I believe, I believe it rests on me
This responsibility
It rests on me
This responsibility
It rests on me. It rests on me