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 pa**ed 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