Living in the streets

The world has changed From the last time I saw you You look like you've been deranged Remembered how you asked me for some change This world has been cruel to you And for that I am sorry And I try not to worry Living here in this rundown cardboard With nothing to do but sleep and drink And roam... And no matter how it looks you still Call it home A home of your own. We talked once of how life was turned upside down Of how everything you touched burned to the ground We talked about the wars you've been in And the things you've seen And of how things changed when you came back Like the world has turned it's back From the men and women who have served To let you sit here in the street what nerve I talked of my wars and my adventures Of how my men laughed and joked and ventured Just like we were there together Old buddies talking like it was forever Talking about the wars we fought Bonding like the Band of Brothers Of how it used to be for you And how it used to be for me I give you coffee I give you some money I want to give you more But there's so much more You need That I cannot give I want to help I ask And you say there is nothing you can do My time is near And my brain has 'bout disappeared I wave goodbye Knowing this might be the last time Of seeing an old friend being fine Talking about the lives and experiences We've both shared.