A nd he sits beside the f ounta in with his he ad bo wed down don't loo k around
At the g rey steel and the c oncr ete a ma n has never known a colder home
With f ifty cents for burgundy a paper bag that holds a change of s ocks
and a bible that's too p oor to hock
A nd I looked into his ey es th ey were bl ue li ke mine I rec ognized
The hol low sunken f eeli ng like some work of art they painted
To h ang upon the wall as we gathered round to praise the h onesty
of one man's lonely m isery
And e very heart that ever broke o ne man's dreams a heavy load
That d ied from an overdose of o n the road sits a ll alone...
I gave the man some m oney and wi shed him well as my eyes fell
To his f eet the bottom of a b ody wrap ped up inside such ragged clothes
That I felt like a millionaire with little more but rich so rich in l ove
and no one gives a d amn for him
A nd I hope that he finds J esus or a be d ton ight or ano ther drink
I'd take him home but you s ee n ow I don't live alone
And e ven if I did some other reason would make me think of the p laces
t hat I must go
And e very heart that ever broke o ne man's dreams a heavy load
That d ied from an overdose of o n the road sits a ll alone...
And m aybe if he g ot a shave and wa shed the blood off of his face
And chan ged his suit he'd be s ome use to this co untry this prosperity
B ut he's bleeding in his soul they haven't found a cure for that you s ee
e xcept for maybe burgundy
And e very heart that ever broke o ne man's dreams a heavy load
That d ied from an overdose of o n the road sits a ll alone...
