The moment you think you\'re good
You\'ve gone bad
And it\'s a hard journey back into the dark
The dank wet alley of doubt
Where you sit on cardboard
And smell the scraps of cheap restaurants
And hobo piss and hobo intercourse.
Never leave here.
Never think you\'re too good to be here.
Because if you aren\'t kneeling
In the puddles, with holes in your trousers
You aren\'t trying to get out
And it\'s only in the trying
That you\'re worthy of leaving.