Young. Fairly young.
And there I was.
Head full of strange.
Rattling pocket change.
Street signs were my only compass.
Looking for another overpass.
I could sleep here.
I could read there.
They stole my bike.
They\'ll steal my fare.
I\'d call a taxi
To get me to a job interview
No place to shower
No place with a view
18 and homeless
19 and shaping
20 and counting
And my heart is gaping