The Man On The Street

Eyes full of sorrow

He walks the streets

Hungry and alone

And cries in his sleep

For long forgotten dreams

Of big things

Of places he wanted to see

And things he wanted to do

And who he wanted to be

Far beyond his dreary life

Big dreams gone sour

Amidst the loss of power

This hotel’s just a stop

Along the way

Til he gets kicked out

When they begin to shout

About his dirty mess

And he can’t pay the rent

Dirty clothes

Wrinkled on the sink

Oh, man, how they stink

And the place is a mess

And he’s only half dressed

And the trash lies falling

As the bugs eat the bread

And crawl on his bed

He can’t get up

To clean it up

Cuz his body aches

And his head’s asleep

And he feels a mess

In his loneliness

But he can’t stand up

In his drunkenness

And he has no spark

To pick it all up

Cuz he’s not lit up

Cuz he’s lost all will

And he’s lost all hope

And he just can’t cope

Can't pay the rent

All his money's been spent

Nowhere to go

Oh, my God, oh, no

Then he's out on the street

With nothing to eat

And he's tired and spent

Upset about the rent

And nowhere to go

So his body aches

And feels like lead

He can hardly walk

Full of dread

So lies down on the street

Feeling so beat

And he starts to sleep

And the nightmares start

And they never let up

In a darkened world

Of dreams and demons

Pulling him downward

Messing him up

Full of crazy dreams

That make no sense

But leave a bad taste

And carry the scent

Of war and hate

And memories that grate

And the scars he can’t heal

As he tries not to feel

The pain.

And he tries to get up

And get something done

And shake the dreams

That haunt him

He forces a walk

In his stiffness

Better than the dreams that haunt him.

So he goes for a walk

But he can’t stop the thoughts

And the feelings come

And they stay for a while

Then linger on

And the memories with them

And his body aches

He can barely walk

And he hurts all over

And begins to cry

And people walk by

And no one cares

Cuz his hair’s a mess

And he’s just a bum

And they’re afraid of him

He walks for hours

Not knowing what to do

He tries to think

But he just wants a drink

To ease the pain

Nowhere to go

Nothing to do

Can't find a job

In his dreary state

So he just has to wait

For what he doesn't know

And he feels so low

His work was his life

And he misses his wife

And the life that he lost

And everything costs

And there's nothing to eat

And nowhere to go

And he just doesn't know

What to do.

Then he goes to the park

As the sun goes down

On his dreary life

And he misses his wife

It gets really late in the park,

When he hides behind the tree

In the park

Til the next day dawns

And he wakes up

To his awful life

Better get out

Before the day dawns

On his hiding place

That he found last night

After the fight

When they kicked him out

Of the seedy hotel

Like a dirty dog

And spit on his crying bones

Gotta get out on the street

Before they find him here

Where he should not be

Under this tree

Out in the park

Where he’s hidden in the dark

With no work to do

His mind just wanders

To dreary things

And he just can’t shake it

Beneath his skin

Memories cry out

Of really bad scenes

And bloody dreams

With really dark themes

And he hates his life

And he lost his wife

When he lost his job

And they took the house

And he’s lost all hope

And he feels a mess

In his wretchedness

He once was someone

Just like them

Walking to work

In those tall high rises

With big dreams

Of success and fortune

Feeling like someone

In his suit and tie

All dressed up

For something.