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Story behind the song
I used to work in Seattle and would regularly encounter street people. The thought occurred to me that we are all one day, one injury, one event away from the same thing.
Lyrics
Old Man
Tired old man walks
The cold streets of Seattle
With worn down broom he stalks
The fallen leaves he battles
With bent over shuffling gate
Wearing shoes worn clear through
He sweeps every street grate
As he’s compelled to do
Crazy street corner lady
Bags strewn at her feet
Gets herself ready
For someone she is to meet
With twitching fidget hands
She rolls her hair into balls
With imaginary rubber bands
And again when her hair falls
It just doesn’t seem fair
But for a bit of grace go I
I’ve taken more than my share
And I don’t recall having to try
In every person’s past
Was once the face of child
With a future yet uncast
Wide-eyed innocent and wild
No one ever sets out to fail
Yet some are formed to a mold
As their paths unveil
Their lives start to unfold
Spider webs are like our lives
Combining what’s made with what’s caught
These goals to which we strive
We don’t always get what you sought
We are more or less the same
Some of us lose and some win
Despite what some may claim
The differences are so thin
