Pieces Of A Man

The burning of that first cigarette
Is enough to make me half-way forget
That there's no place where I feel at home
I guess that I was just born to roam

Buses, trains and other people's cars
Are the means by which I gaze at the stars
Loose change from strangers here and there
Gives me a little hope that someone cares

Sure, I'm an able-bodied man
People think I should work and that I can
But it's not my hands that put me in a bind
It's a problem the good lord gave my mind

Well, I've cried, believe me
I've begged madness to leave me
And like anyone, I didn't ask to be born
But I'm here anyway and I'm one of those who is torn
In pieces, pieces of a man

If I could choose to change, I would, god knows
But my thoughts go where the cold wind blows
And they say give credit where credit is due
I've never had any credit, so I don't feel like they do

Who knows why some are broken from the start?
I guess the rules are made up by someone who's smart
If that's the case, I wish they'd figure us out
And tell us where to go and what's it all about

Well, I've cried, believe me
I've begged madness to leave me
And like anyone, I didn't ask to be born
But I'm here anyway and I'm one of those who is torn
In pieces, pieces of a man

In pieces, in pieces
In pieces, in pieces
In pieces, in pieces
In pieces, in pieces