How many folks do you know who own a wheelbarrow
That fill it with all kinds of stuff
Who so often tarry with the things that they carry
Keeping the bad while passing good

Ready and willing with a shovel
To dig deep parts of their past
Most often best forgotten
Are the ones that seem to last

Filled to the till with burdens
Leaning hard to one side
All the time thinking it's worth it
Breaking their backs trying to survive

If they could they'd dump this heavy load
And not look back, just keep on moving
Walking hands free down freedoms road
But what do they keep on doing

These folks you know with their wheelbarrows
Continue filling it up with all kinds of stuff
Who so often tarry with the load that they carry
Keeping the bad while passing up on the good