Societies Waste

Look at the old man in the street bumming change
One day could I be the same
Do you think he cares, who does he blame?
Does he even feel the shame?


  Chorus: Who's to say if I'll be that way
            Sleeping above the subway grate
            Is this something I'll have to face?
            Will I be societies waste?


Look at the old man bumming change in the street
One day will this happen to me?
Did he take a chance on a dream?
What the hell forced this man to the street?


Look at the past and what he was
Now you only see what he has become
Nothing quit like when he was young
Inspiration left him a bum


Look at me, look at my life
Tell me do you think its right?
One day will I see through his eyes?
What does it take to give up on life?