It aint no jive I was burning alive Whenever you walk in the room It happened so quickly I was feeling so sickly Like the lover who lost his own muse The shots in the tank or The men in the bank He wants my money to loan I can't understand What the hell is his plan While he aint even got a home Aint got a home Girl on a street With holes in her feet Looks through the eyes of a cloud She don't look amazed She's feeling kind of sad So I just walk around I reassess, she's down on her luck She's reading a book full of lies I don't know when ill be coming home baby But I sure sympathize Can sympathize Can sympathize Angels spread their wings On all the dirty things But you Do She drops to the floor Her head's by the door Her bible is by her side Heaven is calling The new world is falling And she aint got a single person left To confide No one to confide No one to confide Ah to confide I sympathize Can Sympathize