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What's In Store
I can see the stars from my bed-side
Passing traffic is my newest comfort
The smell of concrete can act as my caffeine
And the pedestrian drama keeps me fascinated
Got a couple of bucks in my pocket
Thinkin' about visiting the local arcade
I'm loving the living that I've set for myself
And I'm two weeks away from being broke once more
The streets are cracking to pieces
One by one the tires flatten as they stroll
The people are waving, the children are playing
And there I go, on my way to work
Everything's kind of scorching
The roads steam and fans do their jobs well
A drop of sweat here or there
My car busted to a hault some time early last month
I suppose I should get it fixed
But what's the rush?
Work's three blocks away, the store's only two
And the arcade's three building's down
I have some friendly neighbors
Though Mr. Joseph doesn't appreciate my music much
Those kids that live below seem to have taken to me well
And I feel that most people see me as a good guy
From time to time I stop to think
How would my life be different had I cared a little more?
Then I realize that this is here and now
And I care about an alternate future a little less.
