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WHAT AM I DOING HERE

Posted on October 16, 2015 with 0 comments
WHAT AM I DOING HERE

Man rides on a streetcar
In the early evening sun
Staring through the window
He’s a lookin for no one

Cause the streets are made of stone
And they offer him no home
So he steps inside a bar
And he orders up a beer

What am I doing here?

Standing at the edge of town
Staring at the highway there
If only he could leave
Then he’d lose all his cares

Cause his days have taken a turn
And the woman in his life
Has become another’s wife

What am I doing here?

Huddled in a doorway
Covered with the papers warm
To spend another evening
To weather out the storm

Cause this whole damn world
Doesn’t really care
For a man who belongs nowhere

What am I doing here?

Man rides on a streetcar
In the early morning sun
Staring through the window
He’s a lookin for no one

Cause the streets are made of stone
And they offer him no home
So he steps inside a bar
And he orders up a beer

What am I doing here?



Written by Frenchy Burrito 1972