The Way You Wear Your Troubles

The way you wear your troubles
I swear they’re gonna wear you to the bone
The way you wear your troubles
I swear they’re gonna wear you to the bone
Well, I know you have to wear them
But you don’t have to wear them all alone
The cross on your shoulder
Belongs to you and to nobody else
The cross on your shoulder
Belongs to you and to nobody else
Well, I know you have to bear it
But you don’t have to bear it by yourself
The road that you’re walking
Is long, grey, lonely and wide
The road that you’re walking
Is long and grey and lonely and wide
Would’t it be easier if somebody was walking…
Would’t it be easier if somebody was walking…
Well, now…
Would’t it be easier if somebody was walking
By your side?