I waited for hours
When the orange skies
Turned red and cloudy
I left and folded my clothes
The night will not be kind
I yawn as I cry
Soon I fill my heart
With heat of a kerosene stove
My stomach is empty
My feet are bare
My mind's full of worry
So hurry gimme some free money
Or it will cost somebody
The flowers that now thrive
Will grow cold and die
Like all of me
But, it starts with a drizzle
We were hundred miles away
The last train decided to stay
We were nowhere each day
Someday what will I find
As I leave my old life far behind
Soon I'll be hungry
Some food will find my way
As I go home to beef and soup
Pilsners and limousines wait for me
My master is chasing my ma around
A coach carries a couple to a British Inn
The Cadillac's are dull and empty
Cream colored crops have no farmers
Beers have no friends
Cigarettes only have solitary thoughts
That go up in smoke
I miss the fast food joints
Where burgers and shakes take the cake
Lakeside boats are perfect
An automobile waits for me
As I am on my way to my prison cell
Somebody gave me too much money
To spend so I bought a fake Monet
I had a million dollar bash
I may have been a beggar but I was a tool