Where The Zero Meets The Fifteen

My car broke down in arizona,

Have to ride the bus again,

At ten-o-clock on tuesday night,

With thirteen cents and a broken pen.

I put my backpack on the bench,

Tell two people i donæš° smoke,

See the cop across the street,

He thinks that i am selling dope,

I could have walked another block,

To get away from the scene.

Why does it always come to this,

Where zero meets fifteen?

And so i gave my thirteen cents,

To the man who peed his pants.

He passes out and falls on me,

I watch my change fall from his hand.

I see the lady next to me,

Holds her baby black blue.

The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking,

Where i got my new tattoo.

What does it matter anyway,

Thirteen cents or all i own?

How can i ever save the world,

On cup-o-soup and student loans?

I want to try and save the world,

But it never goes that way.

God i donæš° know what to do,

Down at colfax and broadway.

Now the man with no shoes on,

Says i donæš° know how to play.

He says i fumble all the time.

He thinks that i am john elway.

I put my face down in my hands,

Water wells inside my eyes.

What do i have to give them?

Does it matter if i try?

I canæš° stand to see yousuffer,

I try to intellectualize,

A formula to end you pain,

It doesnæš° work,

God knows iæš³e tried.

Sometimes my cup is overfilled.