6th and Mission

Train pulled away as I ran to the station
I waved a ticket and felt the frustration
The next train was not for a long time

I walked across the street to the Grey Bus Line
I tripped across a man whose path was in mine
He lay there dead like but had just passed out

A broken bottle lay where he had fallen
Red Whiskers grew on a face almost childlike
And cars went by in an endless motion

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And he knows he's not the man he should be
he's been without hope too long
And I know that some dreams will take us forever
In whose dream does this man belong? Yea belong

I wanted to take some kind of action.
I called the cops and they came in a wagon
They put him inside. I asked where he'd go

They said they'd take him to the police drunk tank
And there in safety sleep off all the whiskey
Then he'd be back out In the street life

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And I know I'm not the man I should be
I've lived in safety too long
And I know that some dreams will take us forever
In whose dream does this man belong? Yea belong

What is one more in a city of so many?
What is one life that has been forsaken?
What does he dream of when he is sleeping

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