Story Behind The Song

My wife is a social worker for the City of San Francisco, so she always has better stories to tell than me at dinner. I wrote this song so I'd at least have one good street-wise story ready.

Song Description

Everyone's looking for love, everyone's looking for a home. And deep down, everyone knows that love, like home, is where you find it.

Lyrics

Love In A Dumpster

You dream in green and blue
You dream of her and you
You dream in black and white
You dream her every night
You dream in blue and grey
You dream her everyday
You dream in pink and tan
You dream that you're her man

Sleepin like a king
in your king size matress box all night
Looking like a queen walking in your dream
Gonna make you feel all right

You'll go out tonight
Do some walking
Do some talking
Taking it kind of slow
Holdin hands in the alley
Makin out in a doorway
Makin love in a dumpster
Love in a dumpster
Love, Love

Sleepin like the royal
Under tin foil
Roof over your head
Two could live cheaper
But you can't keep her
She could still wind up dead
On her feet instead
On the corner
Set out to warn her
Takin it to the street
Shoutin out in the alley
Peakin into a doorway
Look for love in a dumpster
Love in a dumpster
Love, Love

Tired of all the rags and rust
Dirt and dust and shards and tatters
Tryin to find someone to trust
Someone who matters, someon who matters

Findin her at last neath an underpass
Not that far to go
Now you go and nestle underneath a trestle
Just like bein home
No more nights alone on a steam vent
Sleepin in a cheap tent, got a place to be

Holdin hands in the alley
Makin out in a doorway
Makin love in a dumpster
Love in a dumpster
Love, love


You dream in green and blue
She dreams of her and you
You dream in black and white
She dreams you every night
You dream in in blue and grey
She dreams you everyday
You dream in in pink and tan
She dreams that you're her man