People Like Me

Begging for a quarter and I’m begging in vain
It’s just like treading water in the pouring rain
People pass me by like I’m not even here
I know they wanna try to make me disappear
Just because I talk to myself
They all think I’m crazy
Just because I don’t have a job
They all think I’m lazy

How come they don’t give a damn about people like me?
Who I was or who I am – why does it matter?
Why can’t they see?
People like them are people like me

Strumming my guitar at a subway stop
Trying to stay far from the transit cop
Sing the same song that I sang yesterday
I sing it all wrong – what can I say?
I smell bad but if I had a choice
I wouldn’t be unclean
And maybe if you heard my voice
I wouldn’t be unseen

(Chorus)

When I was young I did believe
People like me, people like me
I had friends and family
People like me, people like me
Now everyone is a stranger
And they think I some kind of danger
Or just another poor, old, no-good, spare-changer