Left my home to see the world, it nearly left me blind
I dreamed I find a pretty girl, to come home to at night
I dreamed I'd be a family man, but dreams can fall apart
And you don't find working poor rooms
And love don't make the bars
The world was so much greener, on the day I hit the road
The last time that I seen her, momma prayed I stayed at home
Now I can't tell the difference between the street lights and the stars
But you don't find working poor rooms
And love don't make the bars
I thought that love knock on every doors
I'm listening to the seashell, you can hear the ocean's roar
Now I can't tell the difference between the street lights and the stars
And you don't find working poor rooms
And love don't make the bars
No, you don't find working poor rooms
And love don't make the bars
