Daly City Train

He was an artist and a writer
and a poet and a friend
In a man’s life he will take a fall
but how low he goes it just depends
He’s shooting dope in the men’s room
at the station daly city train
Have you ever seen an angel well I know I have
they’ll stay here for a while and then they’ll fly away
Jackyl had a beer in his hand last time I seen him
When he rolled the dice he never thought twice
never thought twice about being him
Some grown up and some grow old
but what about the kid who never learned the rules
Spent all these years on this earth
when you look back it’s just a flicker of time
Jackyl was one of the one’s that perished
He was one of the one’s that was already saved
Through all the evil and wreckage
he maintained a sense of himself
Some men are in prison even though they walk the streets at night
Other men who got the lockdown are free as a bird in flight