Park Bench

Swaying on your feet
Trying to light a smoke
Waiting on the bus
But you've got no where to go

You were sleeping in the park
In your dirty sweat pant suit
Until the cops woke you up
And said "Now it's time to move"

Walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet
Up and down the same streets you walked yesterday
Wild Irish rose makes a mean world almost decent
It's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away

There ain't enough room in this city for a guy who
Wants to drink himself asleep under the stars
They'll always be some shitbag to remind you right where you are