Streets Of Your Town

have you seen the old menthat lean on the wallsof salvation

hallsin the streets of your town

you can't have missedthe vagranthe is the rubblehe

is the trouble you want to remove

in the parks about sundownhe makes his bedhis shoes

are a pillow for his head

have you seen the young menthat look so oldthey'd rather

have the cold dark lonely road



have you ever wonderedwhy do they goleaving the tv and the automo

you can see them hailing trucks down the open roadyou

wave your thumb and you hop on boardyou ain't got no

keeper you don't need a friendI betcha wish you were

the sameyeah I betcha wish you were the same

have you seen the old menwe lean on the wallsof salvation

hallsin the streets of your townwe're just a little

shadywe get a little crazyin the streets of your town

in the parks about sundownwe lay our headsour shoes

are our pillowthe grass our beddon't need no keeperand

don't need no friendI betcha wish you were the sameyeah

I betcha wish you were the same