There's three big guys on the corner
While the sky is growing dark.
If a pretty girl walked by them,
She might break their hearts.
Across the street high in a brownstone
Between two windows a line is rigged
With a clothespin in her mouth
Charlene is taking in this scene.
With a baby sleeping peacefully
And another on the way, She thinks:
"That girl could end up just like me,
I was her just yesterday."
Some folks live for others
Some live in their dreams
Some live like tomorrow was
Already history.
Two blocks down in Brooklyn Park
There's a statue from some war
A green bronze man on a screaming horse
Nobody cares for anymore.
An old man walks home for dinner
Alone down the avenue
He knows the kids will fill his park
In another hour or two.
He comes back every day and picks up
Trash young lovers leave
And memories he made and kept
With the mother of Charlene.
Some folks live for others
Some live in their dreams
Some live like tomorrow was
Already history.
There's footsteps in the hallway
That die outside her door
The sound of pork chops cooking
Fill the silence from before.
He comes in says hello and she
Asks "how was the park?"
And turns back to the window
But the corner now is dark.
Some folks live for others
Some live in their dreams
Some live like tomorrow was
Already history
Not used:
The butcher and the baker closed
When the super store moved in
Folks here live on daydreams
And earn the minimum.
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