You were swaying on your feet Trying to light a smoke Waiting on a bus You've got nowhere to go You were sleeping in the park In a dirty sweatpants suit The cops woke you up Now you gotta move Walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet Up and down the same streets you walked yesterday Wild Irish rose can make a mean world almost decent It's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away There ain't enough room in this city for a guy who Wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars There will always be some shit bag to remind you Right where you are, right where you are