Everyone else does this
My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again
At ten-o-clock on Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.
I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people I dont smoke
See the cop across the street, he thinks that I'm selling dope.
I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this, where the zero meets 15?
And so I gave my 13 cents, to the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me, I watch my change fall from his hands.
I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black and blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keep asking, where I got my new tatoo.
What does it matter anyway, 13 cents or all I own?
How can I ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans?
I want to try and save the world, but it never goes that way.
God I dont know what to do, down oat Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says I dont know how to play.
He says I fumble all the time.
He thinks that I'm John Elway.
I put my face down in my hands, water wells inside my eyes.
What do I have to give them? Does it matter if I try?
I cant stand to see you suffer, I try to intellectualize
A formula to end your pain, it doesnt work, God knows Ive tried.
Sometimes my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes I'm to afraid that I'm going to spill.
At ten-o-clock on Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.
I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people I dont smoke
See the cop across the street, he thinks that I'm selling dope.
I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this, where the zero meets 15?
And so I gave my 13 cents, to the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me, I watch my change fall from his hands.
I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black and blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keep asking, where I got my new tatoo.
What does it matter anyway, 13 cents or all I own?
How can I ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans?
I want to try and save the world, but it never goes that way.
God I dont know what to do, down oat Colfax and Broadway.
Now the man with no shoes on, says I dont know how to play.
He says I fumble all the time.
He thinks that I'm John Elway.
I put my face down in my hands, water wells inside my eyes.
What do I have to give them? Does it matter if I try?
I cant stand to see you suffer, I try to intellectualize
A formula to end your pain, it doesnt work, God knows Ive tried.
Sometimes my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes I'm to afraid that I'm going to spill.