He started with so little, he ended with not much

Bad days go a long way when your dollar’s not enough

So he packed his bag, rolled a joint, walked some lonely miles

Then closed his eyes on a bench outside … said this is home for a while.

His luck was thin, his health got worse

Days turned into weeks

The only thing he knew to do, was put himself to sleep

A needle in a haystack, were about his odds they’d say

So he settled in, to holding signs, saying “help me eat today”

When those desperate days, turn to desperate nights

When the stars outside, don’t shine as bright

With hopes and prayers, it’s still cold outside

A home could make it right.

I recognized his favorite hat now dark with dirt and grease

It held some change, the ones and fives, he got on rainy days

It’s rough out there, it’s hard inside

but what do I know … what do I know

When desperate days, turn to desperate nights

When the stars outside don’t shine as bright

With your hopes and prayers it’s still cold outside

A home could make it right