My car broke down in arizona,
Have to ride the bus again,
At ten-o-clock on tuesday night,
With thirteen cents and a broken pen.
I put my backpack on the bench,
Tell two people i donæš° smoke,
See the cop across the street,
He thinks that i am selling dope,
I could have walked another block,
To get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this,
Where zero meets fifteen?

And so i gave my thirteen cents,
To the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me,
I watch my change fall from his hand.
I see the lady next to me,
Holds her baby black blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking,
Where i got my new tattoo.
What does it matter anyway,
Thirteen cents or all i own?
How can i ever save the world,
On cup-o-soup and student loans?

I want to try and save the world,
But it never goes that way.
God i donæš° know what to do,
Down at colfax and broadway.

Now the man with no shoes on,
Says i donæš° know how to play.
He says i fumble all the time.
He thinks that i am john elway.
I put my face down in my hands,
Water wells inside my eyes.
What do i have to give them?
Does it matter if i try?
I canæš° stand to see yousuffer,
I try to intellectualize,
A formula to end you pain,
It doesnæš° work,
God knows iæš³e tried.
Sometimes my cup is overfilled.

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