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 don't smoke, see the cop Across the street, he thinks that am selling dope. I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene. Why does it always come to this, where the 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 hands. I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black and blue. The junkie gutter-punks keep asking, where I got my new tatoo. 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 don't know what to do, down oat Colfax and Broadway. Now the man with no shoes on, says I don't 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 can't stand to see you suffer, I try to intellectualize, a formula to end Your pain, it doesnt't work, God knows I've tried. Sometimes myu cup is overfilled. Sometimes I'm to afradi that I'm going to spill.