The first thought through my sleepy head. When I fell outta my bed is I hope the sky is gray. I'm gonna write a sad song today. So I make up my mind, slip on my shoes.
City sidewalk, bright Saturday morning. Beggar with a halo shuffles up to me. He asks me for a coin, and mumbles. "Thank you, and God bless you". . Good deeds and halos, not sure what I believe.