I walk along the cobblestone street
Expecting the plain old sight
Stray dogs limp by, desparate for meat
Moths swarm streetlamps, eager for light
The old bald baker by his door
Carrying a large tip jar
Grumpy janitor, mopping floor
Saving up to buy a car
A tall old stranger, new to town
Buying tickets to lottery
A sweet old lady hangs around
With hopes to sell her pottery
A little girl with blonde pigtails
Offering fresh lemonade
Wishing with all her cries and wails
That her family could pay the rent
Everyone has their needs and wants
And mine is you
