This morning I met an old man down the street
With his wife in his arms and a smile on his face
He seemed happy digging the garbage for something to eat
He said I may be homeless but this is my place
I don’t know how to count and I can barely read
I don’t need to know the things I cannot feel
It made me wonder if love is all we really need
A jovial man with no home, it almost seems unreal
Sometimes I forget how fortunate I am
Got a roof on my head, and a mind I can use
I fell for this dream we called American
If I follow my heart, stand for my beliefs, I can never lose
I worry so much about what I cannot change
I’m a man of my time with money on my mind
Following the crowd made us all the same
I realize I was wrong from the starting line
If I died tonight, what is my legacy?
Did I live wild and free, did I do what is right?
Did I live on my terms and was I all I could be?
Or did I forget my dreams and kept them out of sight?
