Just sittin' on the corner in his worn out shoes
Countin' his cigarettes and killing the blues
He looks up at me all skin and bone
I ask what you doing here, here all alone.

Just waiting on my angel to come around
She's wearing her blue dress we're gonna go downtown
cnd stand in a doorway and drink apple wine
Fall asleep on each other and watch the stars shine

Just a poor boy with hardly a dime
With a backbreaking job on some factory line
Got a jacket that's torn, got a wrinkled shirt
But there's a spark in his eye under all that dirt

So say a prayer for the working man
Shoulder to the wheel hard as he can
cnd raise up your glass to the boy in the street
With a hole in his pocket and the world at his feet