You were swaying on your feet, trying to light a smoke
Waiting on a bus, you got nowhere to go
You were sleeping in the park in a dirty sweatpants suit
The cops woke you up, now you gotta move
Walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet
Up and down the same streets you walked yesterday
Wild irish rose can make a mean world almost decent
It's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away
There ain't enough room in this city for a guy who
Wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars
There will always be some shit bag to remind you
Right where you are, right where you are.
