Walking on the streets in downtown
Feeling tired and cold like a clown
Colors moving all around
Please take me home before the winter comes
Samuel stole my bag
Water falling from the sky
I don't see what's on the mag
(No one told me what he did)
Things are gonna make me cry
Buss stop, jail crossing
Someone up there really loves you
Money for gas, a place to sleep
Tell me where to go
My phone is dead, with no charger to recharge
Ask me where I found this thing
I'm gonna give it to you
