Streets of Your Own

have you seen the old men

that lean on the walls

of salvation halls

in the streets of your town

you can't have missed

the vagrant

he is the rubble

he is the trouble you want to remove

in the parks about sundown

he makes his bed

his shoes are a pillow for his head

have you seen the young men

that look so old

they'd rather have the cold dark lonely road

have you ever wondered

why do they go

leaving the tv and the automo

you can see them hailing trucks down the open road

you wave your thumb and you hop on board

you ain't got no keeper you don't need a friend

I betcha wish you were the same

yeah I betcha wish you were the same

have you seen the old men

we lean on the walls

of salvation halls

in the streets of your town

we're just a little shady

we get a little crazy

in the streets of your town

in the parks about sundown

we lay our heads

our shoes are our pillow

the grass our bed

don't need no keeper

and don't need no friend

I betcha wish you were the same

yeah I betcha wish you were the same