Laying under my overpass hideaway
Warm concrete supports my back
As I listen to the cars ride away
They seem to be rushing
I never understood why
Time is not of the essence
As I’m gazing at the sky
Lessons in the form of clouds
Fill my mind
And I’m grateful
Until one slows
Sympathetic faces
Appear through tinted windows
I see them
Feeling sorry for me
When it’s I who feel sorry for them
Warm concrete supports my back
As I listen to the cars ride away
They seem to be rushing
I never understood why
Time is not of the essence
As I’m gazing at the sky
Lessons in the form of clouds
Fill my mind
And I’m grateful
Until one slows
Sympathetic faces
Appear through tinted windows
I see them
Feeling sorry for me
When it’s I who feel sorry for them