Hang the Homeless
Below me and snoring
there’s some bum
in the bunk at the Mission
I found to sleep in tonight
I sleep real light
Tomorrow I`ll sleep outside
and tonight
it’s nice to have some
shelter from the cold
I live on the road
and the days wind ahead
I haven’t a clue to any of it
Should I ?
I’ve some stale donuts to eat
and worn out brown shoes
with knots in the laces
and a hole in the toes
I can patch all of that
with some tape
and,
don’t I wish,
that this tape could patch
the whole of me . . .
I make it through each day
somehow
but it all takes time
so much more time than I
ever
seem to have
I live on the road
and the days wind ahead
I haven’t a clue to any of this
Should I ?
And when the sun shines real hot
I’d like something to drink
A bottle of wine . . .
maybe some coffee
my eyes hurt
I can’t even breath
let alone think
I live on the road
and the days wind ahead
I haven’t a clue to any of this
Should I ?
With the setting sun
I’ll find a place
And lay my head down
for a little rest
It’s over, this day
and tomorrow will come
That’s what I’ve been told
Tomorrow is
yet
another day
I live on the road
and the days wind ahead
This life never grows old
