(John Taylor) 

I've got nothing to say, but you can pay me anyway, Food for my family, I've still got bills to pay,
And they won't go away I've lost control of my mind, It keeps me in time,
Is it my time on the breadline How did I get there?
At the corner of this freeway, on the edge of this city there's no time to wonder…
If I don't get paid for nothing, I'll die for lack of something, and what did I hear?
(Are) you expecting some philosophy for a quarter's worth a beer ? You'll feel better,
'cause that's why I'm here …

I walk into the morning, with no fear for the future, and you won't catch me inside,
'cause I'm legitimate, and I give a damn,
I'm gonna sit on your street, and act real meek,
You just act like you know me How did I get there?
On the corner of Third Street in the shelter of this bookstore,
I want you all here!
So you know I'm not pretending, I've a halfway act for real, you'll feel better,
If it's bitter then it's easy, it's harder to be joyful…
You'll feel better, 'cause that's why I'm here…