The freeway overpass
is my shelter from the rain.
The world just walks on by
indifferent to my pain.
I’m the new nowhere man,
Eating out street trash cans,
Pushing all I own in a shopping cart,
Living in a world that’s lost its heart.
When the wind slices through my veins,
I curl up and sleep
on the last seat of the city train.
Passengers get on and off
And look at me in sad disgust
I’m the new nowhere man,
Eating out of street trash cans,
Pushing all I own in a shopping cart,
Living in a world that’s lost its heart.
Do you ever wonder who I was before?
Who I was once upon a time?
When I had a name, when I had a life
When I had something to call mine?
I’m the new nowhere man,
Eating out of street trash cans,
Pushing all I own in a shopping cart,
Living in a world that’s lost its heart.