The Panhandler

Just an old panhandler begging for change Got no money in my pocket So nobody knows my name Just the clothes upon my shoulders and This box wood full of strings Just an old panhandler Just an old panhandler begging for change There's a presence in the darkness So each night I lay awake Pray to the stars beyond the street lights that if I die, My soul they'll take Just an old panhandler down on The streets begging for Change I got no money in my pocket So nobody knows my name In the alleys Stay the junkies where busted dreams Lay like broken glass And the highways loom with dusty drifters Thumbing the wind to forget the past Just an old panhandler out on The streets begging for change I got not money in my pocket So nobody knows my name Just an old panhandler Just an old panhandler In glass castles plot the king's men behind Closed doors is where they play With the fortunes of the people And the dreams of yesterday There's a stirring of the people The concrete canyons echo their cries They shake their fists and Scream for justice Will the truth be brought to light? Just an old panhandler out on The streets begging for change I got no money in my pocket so Nobody knows my name Just an old panhandler out on The streets begging for change I got no money in my pocket So nobody knows my name Just an old panhandler Just an old panhandler Just an old panhandler begging for change