Darkness creeps into a faded dream
A burning candle dyeing fast
And the tired wind bears an echo of
A life he knew so far away
And he spends his days on the city streets
Selling papers and magazines for an honest dollar
And the people pass with their pitiful stares
Never know that they could be there with no tomorrow
A restless sorrow
He greets his friends in a city park
To share their stories and a laugh or two
And his friends in the park
His friends in the park never hesitate
To hide their sorrow far away
As they spend their days on the city streets
Selling papers and magazines
For an honest dollar
The people pass with their pitiful stare
Never knowing they could be there with no tomorrow
…A restless sorrow
And he makes his bed in the city park
With tattered blanket and a dream or two.
