Somebody's someone
It ain't just in the cities,
It's in the small towns too;
People living on the streets,
Right in front of me and you.
Sleeping in cardboard houses,
Or on the bench in the park
And I can't help but wonder,
Who they really are. Somebody's father,
Somebody's mom
Somewhere out there with no place to call home
Somebody's brother,
Sombody's sister, Daughter or son,
Somebody's someone. Matty stands on the corner,
Down the street from my block
Some days I share a dollar,
And some days we talk
She tells me all about her friends,
Who weren't always down on luck
And how they got to where they are today,
Were they all so different then us. Somebody's father,
Somebody's mom
Somewhere out there with no place to call home
Somebody's brother,
Sombody's sister, Daughter or son,
Somebody's someone'