This town has only had this one old lonely homeless man For as long as I can think back He was a Vietnam Vet He got beaten to death in Memorial Park under one of the benches The cops all said it was probably kids But nobody ever found them I guess they stopped trying And I wonder if they ever did
It's a sober sight The old alcoholics that drink by the train Riding Good Will bikes and constantly running away Wearing Starter jackets for teams that haven't existed since the nineties With discouraged faces they're counting down days And pulling at paper bag forties Man, I'm sorry