When I was young
The days were cold
All of the streets slept
When the sun was in

I kept working on ships
As a child, you can't buy a miracle
All of my dreams
Have set out to sea

If I was too warm
I would lend my coat
To my supercilious supervisor
Who had now grown soft and conciliatory

I slept on vacant park benches
In second hand tailoring on the weekends
When I was young
I would ride empty buses

How do we ride on the bus
I am older now
But I still don't know how
To talk to people to my advantage