Walking Through Glass

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 'bout 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
Till 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 thе highway
Dangerously close to wherе the cars roll by

Baby, I worry 'bout 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
On the other side
On the other side