George

So you’re thinking that the hungry man is just
a castaway who has no story
You live your life like you’re the cover of a magazine
He holds the door before you rush inside
But you chose to take a different corridor
As he walks away, wondering what to believe
He’s all alone wondering where to go

George sleeps on the station floor
Next to destitutes who lose their spirits
The odor keeps him wondering how he ever got this way
His crucial years were a valley of tears
thru daddys decade of incarceration
though he gets out soon george don't know if he’ll see him
No point in dwelling now
With a stomach growl begging away

Well he don’t lie and he don’t steal
Just needs some white collar change
To cover his next meal
All the tracks of gray
don't carry away the pain
On the mainline
George don't take the train

He walks slow as people come and go
Lots of noise he has no conversation
When words are found georges eyes are usually sketching the ground

He won't join the 27 club like Hendrix, Joplin or Cobain
He’s never tasted fame but maybe it's his time to go
George clings to life wondering
what this is all about

But he don’t cry and he don’t feel
He walks a nickel bag through the streets and later sips the night away
He didn't ride with the divas or the starched shirt gods today

cause on the mainline
George don’t take the train

Oh not taking the train
Just need some white collar change
Oh i need to change
Mister wont you give some change