See the old man shivering in the cold
So lonely and living on the streets
So many storys to be told
His bed is now the park seats
Once, so many years ago
He lived in a house like you and me
How he is homeless, only he can know
No money in his pockets so empty
Only happy with a bottle to drink
Sitting in the cold rain, getting drunk
All his sorrows he will now sink
Hungry and rumaging through the junk
To those people who say it isn't fair
At them, laugh he just might
All pretending that they should care
Even though they are warm this night
copyright Chris Smith 2005
So lonely and living on the streets
So many storys to be told
His bed is now the park seats
Once, so many years ago
He lived in a house like you and me
How he is homeless, only he can know
No money in his pockets so empty
Only happy with a bottle to drink
Sitting in the cold rain, getting drunk
All his sorrows he will now sink
Hungry and rumaging through the junk
To those people who say it isn't fair
At them, laugh he just might
All pretending that they should care
Even though they are warm this night
copyright Chris Smith 2005
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