Another morning and I'm awake

The same old thing but a different day

I want to drive but my tank is dry

But the ground is wet with rain

Greedy people are pushing me

Needy people in misery

It's a push and shove community

But how the hell can I complain

On the other side of town

People are sleeping on the ground

Look not far and you will find

A tragedy, the daily grind



Seems like when the times are tough

That hope is down and the price goes up

There's not enough jobs to fill a cup

And the streets are filled with shame

Here I am in a traffic jam

And ugly faces stare me down

And they call this the right side of town

But still I can't complain



On the other side of town,

People are sleeping on the ground.

Fighting wars that can't be won,

A 12 year old boy,

With a gun.

Look not far and you will find,

A tragedy,

The daily grind.