Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Roger Street Friedman
Roger Street Friedman
Acoustic Guitar
Justin Guip
Justin Guip
Drums
Rasu A-Salaam
Rasu A-Salaam
Background Vocals
Cassondra James Kellam
Cassondra James Kellam
Background Vocals
Steve Uh
Steve Uh
Fiddle
Jeff Kazee
Jeff Kazee
Piano
George Rush
George Rush
Bass Guitar
Jim Toscano
Jim Toscano
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Street Friedman
Roger Street Friedman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roger Street Friedman
Roger Street Friedman
Producer
Scott Hull
Scott Hull
Mastering Engineer
Justin Guip
Justin Guip
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

met a man down on his luck
sitting by his painted sign
sign said hey if you can’t spare a buck
maybe you can spare some time?
I can’t look in the mirror
I don’t like what I see
getting closer makes it clearer
wish I was anyone but me
satellites circle the night
searching for proof of life
the bars on the blvd are all filled up
with the profits their acolytes
a dirty wind rolls in again just about breaking me
I pour my heart out and my soul
and give it all away for free
I give it all away for free
a stream of headlights rolls past
like a time-lapse photograph
just about the only thing that lasts
are the memories of long lost laughs
and the aftertaste of sadness
for things I done and did not do
those are not my only regrets
you know everyone can name a few son
everyone can name a few
satellites circle the night
searching for proof of life
the bars on the blvd are all filled up
with the profits their acolytes
a dirty wind rolls in again just about breaking me
I pour my heart out and my soul
and give it all away for free
give it all away for free
it’s 1:00 am and here I am
with the proceeds of a slim tip-jar
enough to cover a meal or two
new strings for an old guitar
my boots clatter down the sidewalk
now he’s sleeping on a subway grate
feels like we’re all homeless souls
no matter in which bed we lay
no matter in which bed we lay
satellites circle the night
searching for proof of life
the bars on the blvd are all filled up
with the profits their acolytes
the dirty wind rolls in again just about breaking me
I pour my heart out and my soul
and give it all away for free
give it all away for free
Written by: Roger Street Friedman
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