Story Behind The Song

The plight of being homeless, whether young or old. Your existence, fear, and how few alternatives there are, and how poaaible it is to slip into further difficulties, but harder to get out.

Song Description

The song is about becoming wet and cold, lonely,frightened, dependent on coins in a bowl. Dreaming of a home, cooking, washing, knocks on the door, having visitors. Hoping being homeless and roaming the streets, doesn't happen to anyone else

Lyrics

I feel the sweet rain fall,
wash the city in my soul,
others hurry home
throw coins into my bowl.
When heavens crashing down,
its thunder, just like Thor,
inside my plastic sheet
want the flood to stop once more.

Chorus
In the streets of a hopeful land,
the cries of a homeless man,
he wanders and seeks something not quite so bleak,
and hopes for a helping hand.


Verse
I dream I cook , see steam
regret its just a dream,
I shower and wash and sing,
the cleanest I have been.
Hear knocks upon my door,
I once had some before,
and welcome someone in
dream a new life can begins.
Chorus
In the streets of not enough homes,
the cries of someone alone,
they wanders and seek something not quite as bleak,
as sleeping on cold, damp stone.

Verse
For, my feet are wet and cold ,
my shoes are worn and holed,
I shrink from night-time crowds
and feel I'm getting old.
Just to have a place, my own,
of course, it will be home,
I'll peep, out at the street,
pray no others still have to roam

Chorus
We need friends for this to end,
not give upon us, just pretend,
some ideas, quick and cheap, and trying to keep
our hearts and lives on the mend.