Just an old panhandler begging for change
Got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name
Just the clothes upon my shoulders and this box wood full of strings
Just an old panhandler, just an old panhandler begging for change

There’s a presence in the darkness, so each night I lay awake
Pray to the stars beyond the street lights that if I die, my soul they’ll take

Just an old panhandler down on the streets begging for change I got no money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name

In the alleys, stay the junkies where busted dreams lay like broken glass
And the highways loom with dusty drifters, thumbing the wind to forget the past

Just an old panhandler out on the streets begging for change
I got not money in my pocket, so nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler, just an old panhandler

In glass castles plot the king’s men behind closed doors is where they play
With the fortunes of the people and the dreams of yesterday
There’s a stirring of the people, the concrete canyons echo their cries
They shake their fists and scream for justice, will the truth be brought to light?

Just an old panhandler out on the streets begging for change
I got no money in my pocket so nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler out on the streets begging for change
I got no money in my pocket so nobody knows my name
Just an old panhandler, just an old panhandler
Just an old panhandler begging for change