Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home Crawled out of the bushes early morn Used newspapers to keep me warm, then I'd have to score a drink Calm my nerves, help me to think Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home There was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb In those days when I was young, drinking and fighting was no fun It was daily living for me, I had no choice. It was meant to be Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb Now I'm a man, I'm not alone. I am married, I have children of my own Now I have something I call my own, these are my children, this is my home I look around and understand, how street kids feel when they're put down Down city streets I would roam, I had no bed I had no home And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb And there was nothing that I owned, used my fingers as a comb Down city streets. Down city streets. Down city streets