Driving on a gloomy night,
You spot a mass from afar.
Its eyes peer,
Like dear
Into the bright unknown.

"keep driving, he is the man in rags"

The light fades
Into the vacuum of darkness,
The man is left behind.

Many call him homeless
Yet he is loveless,
The man sweep the streets
With the rags
That hang on his back
Jingles a can
Pleading for change
Yet he still gets the same answer.

"keep walking, its the man in rags"

People wonder
Why doesn't he just get a job
Like the rest of us,
Yet the man
Can't hear the question  
His freedom is wrapped
In the rags
That drag after him.
Blind to change,
Can't hear the future.

"just keep talking, its just the man in rags"

A young couple
Chats about last nights tv show
While the man rambles
About scratch marks
On the leather seats
Of his 76 ford f150.
Her screams stained the carpet so much
That he had to sell it
To the devil
So he can live
With his foolish mistakes.

Yet he hasn't
Because he still can't take stop
For an answer,
He pushes street corners
Repeating himself
Like a wind up toy
Yet we wind him back up

"just keep walking, he is just the man in rags"