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eating my lunch on the fourth floor there by the window looking down the street by where the wind blows past the paper and leaves like a page out of history and we don't care we just ignore the closed windows and locked doors trash and stash and human outcasts worn to the bone, out of doors too long makes anyone fear sober and it's a long way from okay down in the crap and decay from day to day there ain't no ladder up, there ain't no way, there's only just existing pigeons, we share our space like religion there's a look when you know he's alright trancending the black and white of a typical day on a typical city street each sidewalk goes by in a different beat and that drunk on the corner has a name it's James, and he fought for your freedom in some war when you were bored watching TV he had a kid and a wife, a car and a life still somehow he washed up here with a box and a forty of beer, if he's lucky people down on the street run along on their feet to some unspeakable beat in a rolling ocean of heat a drunk walks into a bar tips a homeless guy on guitar you and me sit back in our car and wonder how we got this far security cause you ain't welcome here where people with nicer clothes think nicer things and we laugh but it's somethin else when we can laugh at ourselves yeah, you better turn around cause I ain't laughin at you I don't look like you, think like you, exist like you, persist like you, kiss like you, turn forty and die like you and I sure don't wanna be like you but it would be nice sometimes to feel superior like you, yeah, it'd be nice to have a reason for once cause sometimes we ain't never gettin out somehow we got stuck here... © 2007, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |