I was walking through the park the other day, and ran into a man who was clearly homeless. In Seattle, in the Summer time, that’s a pretty common thing, as everywhere these days I guess. But I felt some strangely powerful connection to him in that moment. Then I realized I the only real difference between the two of us was the last $30 I had in my pocket, and my amazing friends…
I’m about thirty dollars away from
You and I don’t care
We got the same scragly beard
We both got too much hair.
And I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart
For those who can make a home right where they are
I see me in you
I see me in you
I see me and you
I’m slowly getting rid of everything I own
For the last two weeks I haven’t had a home
This world is so cruel I can’t seem to take a part
Every time I try I lose more of my heart
I see me in you
I see me in you
I see me and you
I’m about thirty feet away from you I can’t help but stare
The whole world just walks on by and no one cares.
And that sift spot in my heart is getting hard
I know it’s sad. but it’s just the way things are
I see me in you
I see me in you
I see me and you
