The light turns red and the car comes to a stop
I see you, standing outside between streets
Shivering and lingering by yourself
Your old and worn hands limply hold up a sign
"Will work for money, clean and sober"
I wonder, how did you get there?
Drugs? alcohol? abuse?
I see in your eyes this is true.
Your clothes, tattered, worn, torn.
Old lady, you look so alone.
Everybody passes you like you don't exist
But all of us - we're just like you
The light turns green and the wheels push forward
I pass you by.
I have just left you behind,
Just like everybody else.