You were swaying on your feet
Trying to light a smoke
Waiting on a bus
You've got nowhere to go
You were sleeping in the park
In a dirty sweatpants suit
The cops woke you up
Now you gotta move
Walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet
Up and down the same streets you walked yesterday
Wild Irish rose can make a mean world almost decent
It's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away
There ain't enough room in this city for a guy who
Wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars
There will always be some shit bag to remind you
Right where you are, right where you are
Writer(s): Brad Lokkesmoe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com