So cold and wet in the city

He washes car windows in the night

Tryin' to make a little change

From the cars as they wait for the light



People show such hostility

They tell him to go find some work

To them it's all some kind of joke

But his eyes show how much jokes can hurt



He tells them: you don't understand, but this is my job

I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and rob

I never imagined this could happen in my life

But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive



Walk around after midnight

There's a whole population on the street

Cardboard box for a pillow

And the steam from the grating for heat



Sometimes it is so overwhelming,

It can wear down your sympathy

But then you see someone holding on

To a small piece of his dignity



Saying: you don't understand, but this is my job

I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and rob

I never imagined this could happen in my life

But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive



(guitar solo)



You don't understand, but this is my job

I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and rob

I never imagined this could happen in my life

But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive

Tryin' to survive, Lord

Tryin' to survive

Just tryin' to stay alive

This is my job

This is my job

I refuse to steal and rob

So washing car windows is my job