In a corner only place that's somewhat dry
Where nobody takes a look when passing by
In a sweatshirt that somebody left behind
Conversing with an imaginary guy
Where can you go, where can you go
When you don't have a place that feels like home
What can you do, what can you do
When everybody's given up on you
When everybody's given up on you
Uh, where the money go?
Uh, where the money go?
Uh, where the money go?
Where the money go?
At a cross street somewhere in Downtown LA
Heads are turning tucking pocket banks away
Moving houses every hour of the day
Belly's talking but the high's numbing the pain
Where can you go, where can you go
When you don't have a place that feels like home
What can you do, what can you do
When everybody's given up on you
When everybody's given up on you
Uh, where the money go?
Uh, where the money go?
Uh, where the money go?
Where the money go?
Where the money go?
Where the money go?
Where the money go?
Uh
