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 donæš° smoke, See the cop across the street, He thinks that i am selling dope, I could have walked another block, To get away from the scene. Why does it always come to this, Where 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 hand. I see the lady next to me, Holds her baby black blue. The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking, Where i got my new tattoo. 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 donæš° know what to do, Down at colfax and broadway. Now the man with no shoes on, Says i donæš° 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 canæš° stand to see yousuffer, I try to intellectualize, A formula to end you pain, It doesnæš° work, God knows iæš³e tried. Sometimes my cup is overfilled.