The Panhandler

Just an old panhandler beggin' for change

Got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

Just the clothes upon my shoulders and this boxwood full of strings

Just an old panhandler

Just an old panhandler beggin' for change

There's a presence in the darkness

So each night, I lay awake

I pray to the stars beyond the street lights

That if I die, my soul they'll take

Just an old panhandler out on the streets, beggin' for change

I got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

In the alleys stay the junkies

Where busted dreams lay like broken glass

And the highways loom with dusty drifters

Thumb in the wind to forget the past

I'm just an old panhandler out on the streets, beggin' for change

I got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

Just an old panhandler

Just an old panhandler

In glass castles plot the king's men

Behind closed doors is where they play

With the fortunes of the people

And the dreams of yesterday

There's a stirring of the people

The concrete canyons echo their cries

They shake their fist and scream for justice

Will the truth be brought to light?

Just an old panhandler out on the streets, beggin' for change

I got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

Just an old panhandler out on the streets, beggin' for change

I got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

Just an old panhandler

Just an old panhandler

Just an old panhandler

Beggin' for change