Eighth avenue and Broadway Cussin' at the light Wrapped up in my existence My perfect little life When he tapped on my window It scared me half to d**h And even through the gla** I swore I smelled the whiskey on his breath. I turned back and starred straight ahead Wishing I could drive away And just before the light turned green I heard the old man say I'm awful cold and hungry Not a nickel to my name Mister could you spare a little change As I sped away in anger Saw his sadness in the mirror It haunted me for miles and miles Just wouldn't disappear That moment of reflection Pulled my conscience off the shelf And the question crossed my mind Was I looking at myself I pulled over on the shoulder Finally broke down Surrendered to emotion As my knees hit the ground I looked up to heaven And cried in Jesus name Father could you spare a little change Could you make me a better man For my children and my wife Don't let me take for granted All the blessings of my life Please forgive me lord I've lost my way And turned my back on you Perhaps its time I walked a mile In someone else's shoes Much stranger than fiction The truth can open up your eyes Angels walk among us In every shape and size Might be a bum on Broadway That God sends to explain Maybe your the one who needs the change We all could use a little change