Tuesday, August 10, 2004

song for richard butler & peter hollingsworth

Once upon a time
You dressed so fine,
You threw the bums a dime,
In your prime,
Didn't you?

People'd call,
Say, “Beware doll,
You're bound to fall.”
You thought they were all
Kiddin' you.

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't
talk so loud.
Now you don't
seem so proud
About having to be scrounging
for your next meal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel,
To be without a home,
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?