Wino on the street. drinkin' a bottle of booze. Ain't got nothing to say, yeah. and he don't got much to lose. Times are on his face. blisters on his brain.
Well I heard it on the late night radio. For the umpteenth time headin' from LA to the Florida coast. I was between black coffee and shifting gears. When the second verse took a turn and brought me to tears.
I'm just a city boy. But there's a small town side to me. And I feel it closin' in. . Are we too blind to see. That she's die-in' more each day. And she's cryin' out to you and me.