Yes, I came
And I seen
A Babylon
In the street
Not alone
Or in a dream
Another person
Stuck in the stream
The broom are shakin'
And the dirt obscene
Against abandoned
Boxes they lean
The ragged denim
In their jeans
Tell twenty stories
All of them mean
Get to the ditch
Pray for some rain
And let the river
Wash life away
Spare them a nickel
If you have a dime
Spend for the future
But you can't change time
Teeth like black keys
Filter the wine
Half empty drink cups
Half as full as mine
Get to the ditch
Pray for some rain
And let the river
Wash life away
Puppies and kittens
Get taken home
The dusty people
Aren't ever known
A cement pillow
A piece of foam
Anger's a blanket
If the curb's a home
Get to the ditch
Pray for some rain
And let the river
Wash life away