(lyrics & music Wytold)
In the city
the lights are pretty
and you see these shifty eyes on the street
Walking home I hear a passerby
mubling while shivering in the cold
I pick up my pace
try to replace his face
with something that will bring me
some comfort to ease my mind through
ignorance, I'll forget about his pain
My eyes in front of me
I don't look, I don't want to think
About that poor man's family
Starving, at home
Looking at me, he says
Hey, Mister Big Money
Release your paradigm, come spare a dime for me
Hey, Mister White Collar
Would you be so kind, buy me a bite to eat?
At a stop light
I pull up beside a woman with a sign
She's had no food for three days
She catches my eye, so she's gonna try
and in my mind I know that I have some change
My eyes in front of me,
I drive away, do not let her speak
Pretend that she's not happening
Sorry, Sorry
Looking at me she says
Hey, Mister Big Money
Release your paradigm, come spare a dime for me
Hey, Mister White Collar
Would you be so kind, buy me a bite to eat?