My Car Broke Down In Arizona,

Have To Ride The Bus Again,

At Ten-o-clock On Tuesday Night,

With Thirteen Cents And A Broken Pen.

I Put My Backpack On The Bench,

Tell Two People I Don't Smoke,

See The Cop Across The Street,

He Thinks That I Am Selling Dope,

I Could Have Walked Another Block,

To Get Away From The Scene.

Why Does It Always Come To This,

Where Zero Meets Fifteen?



And So I Gave My Thirteen Cents,

To The Man Who Peed His Pants.

He Passes Out And Falls On Me,

I Watch My Change Fall From His Hand.

I See The Lady Next To Me,

Holds Her Baby Black Blue.

The Junkie Gutter-punks Keeps Asking,

Where I Got My New Tattoo.

What Does It Matter Anyway,

Thirteen Cents Or All I Own?

How Can I Ever Save The World,

On Cup-o-soup And Student Loans?



I Want To Try And Save The World,

But It Never Goes That Way.

God I Don't Know What To Do,

Down At Colfax And Broadway.



Now The Man With No Shoes On,

Says I Don't Know How To Play.

He Says I Fumble All The Time.

He Thinks That I Am John Elway.

I Put My Face Down In My Hands,

Water Wells Inside My Eyes.

What Do I Have To Give Them?

Does It Matter If I Try?

I Can't Stand To See Yousuffer,

I Try To Intellectualize,

A Formula To End You Pain,

It Doesn't Work,

God Knows I've Tried.

Sometimes My Cup Is Overfilled.

Sometimes I'm Too Afraid That I'm Going To Spill.