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He takes a look back as he closes the door
Forty five bills piled up high on the floor
He’s made his decision, he’s leaving today
Spend the rest of his life living some other way
And as the time passed by he hadn’t washed in years
And when it rained it only washed away the tears
He wants to move out of the street
He wants to work not beg to eat
He wants some privacy alone
He wants a place to call his home
He wants to move out of the street
He wants to work not beg to eat
He wants some privacy alone
He wants a place to call his home
He stands in the doorway as he’s begging for change
People cross over 'cause they think that he’s strange
Twenty four years of living out of a bin
Surrounded by people but he’s lonely within
And when a policeman comes to move him on his way
Newspaper calling cries are all you hear him say
He wants to move out of the street
He wants to work not beg to eat
He wants some privacy alone
He wants a place to call his home
He wants to move out of the street
He wants to work not beg to eat
He wants some privacy alone
He wants a place to call his home
It’s starting to rain and he’s feeling the cold
His spirit is weary and his flesh is so old
He’s looking for shelter right under the Pier
A choice between dying and a night filled with fear
And when he sleeps he doesn’t dream about his life
He dreams of cardboard 'Queens' and one would be his wife
He wants to move out of the street
He wants to work not beg to eat
He wants some privacy alone
He wants a place to call his home
He wants to move out of the street
He wants to work not beg to eat
He wants some privacy alone
He wants a place to call his home