Smoking down the track
I'm a fireball mill
Lord, coal's so black
Can't even see the rail
Followin' tongues of steel
Behind, I drive the wheel
Pulls the weight of the world

Coming up the road
Another rubber tire four
They got us hooked on oil
'Til the pipeline blow
Such a shame to see
Adding World War Three
To the weight of the world
Yeah, the weight of the world

Up the top of a mountain
Well I ne'er should
Poisonous as the river
With the devils's own sludge
It's the American dream
But if you live downstream
Here comes the weight of the world

Ton of plastic bottles
Headed out to sea
Bound to build an island
Thanks to you and me
Another man-made pearl
For the junk we hurl
Top the weight of the world
Yeah, the weight of the world

I got to feed the baby
Recompense the rent
For the way I think I?
Where all the money went
Well there's a piper to pay
Can't get away
From the weight of the world

Look up in the sky
Is it a bird or a plane?
Taking love to delight?
Drove us all insane
Since it send us reeling
The only thing with feeling
Is the weight of the world

First we get so numb
Then we all succumb
To the weight of the world
Yeah the weight of the world

(Let me get my guitar in there one more time)

Lyrics: The Editors

Album: The Travelling Kind 2015

Emmylou Harris and Rodnery Crowell