Some see me on the street
With my hungry sign held high
A few might stop to toss a buck
But most just pass me by

With no earthly idea
Of how I'm getting along
And if the position I am in
Is or isn't my own fault

If they dared look beyond the stare
They might see outright
As they're on their way to work
I'm living out my life

Without all the thick walls
Where at night I pitch my tent
That are used to keep me out
Or sadly, hold them in

My celling's are the open skies
Where at night I see the stars
And as the day rolls round to my delight
The sun is there to keep me warm

Without a single worry
Piled high upon my plate
No pressure and no hurry
To fall into a life, I hate

Like those I see passing me
In the prison of their cars
People ruled by mounting bills
On their way to work