Lyrics
There’s a poor man on the corner
Down the street from where I live
He dispenses advice left and right
Cuz that’s all he’s got to give
He gives good news and blessings
To those who pay in cash
But those to cheap to help him out
Get curses behind their back
He says, "Hatred is wasted on those who can never learn to love
When there’s nothin left of innocence, it’s all wasted up
At the end of the day, it’s all wasted away"
Every time I pass by
He greets me with a smile
He tips his hat, says "Good day to you"
With an expression lacking guile
He tells me "You gotta stop, and look around, relax,
don’t let life get you down"
He says, "Hatred is wasted on those who can never learn to love
When there’s nothin left of innocence, it’s all wasted up
At the end of the day, it’s all wasted away"
Every time he says this
His message fills me with confusion
He calls me his brother, he’s not disillusioned
He reminds me of someone
In that he could be very wise
Perhaps I’d get to know him
If I only had the time
He says, "Hatred is wasted on those who can never learn to love
When there’s nothin left of innocence, it’s all wasted up
At the end of the day, it’s all wasted away"
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