Fm She calls out to the man on the street, Sir, can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?»
He walks on, doesn’t look back He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there
Oh think twice, it’s just another day for You and me in Paradise
She calls out to the man on the street He can see she’s been crying
She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet Can’t walk but she’s trying
Oh lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh lord, there must be something you can say
You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she’s been there
Probably been moved on from every place Cause she didn’t fit in there
