The sky was as black as the Bad Man's mustacheThe sun was shining down tearsIt just wouldn't set til the last child was wetIt shone for eleventy yearsThe world and his knife were leaning on meAnd trying to cut me in twoYeah the world and his knife were leaning on meAnd me I was leaning on youThe kids were too high to ask themselves whyThey ever had cause to be bornSo they stayed in their beds and turned off their headsAnd their dreams remained unadornedThe world and his dog were breathing on meAnd stuck to the sole of my shoeYeah the world and his dog were leaning on meAnd me I was leaning on youLeaning, leaning on youThe Bad Man filled out and learned how to shoutHis words colored the airSo I went to the place they used to call GraceThere weren't Nobody thereThe world and his heart were beating on meTil my soul was black and blueYeah he world and his heart were leaning on meAnd me I was leaning on youLeaning, leaning on you.