And he sits beside the fountain 
With his head bowed down, don't look around
At the grey steel and the concrete
A man who's never known a colder home
With fifty cents for burgundy
A paper bag that holds a change of socks
And a bible that's too poor to hock

And I looked into his eyes
They were blue like mine, I recognized
The hollow sunken feeling
Like some work of art they painted
To hang upon the wall
As we gathered round to praise the honesty
Of one man's lonely misery

And every heart that ever broke
One man's dreams, a heavy load
That died from an overdose of on the road
Sits all alone

I gave the man some money
And wished him well as my eyes fell
To his feet, the bottom of a body
Wrapped up inside such ragged clothes
That I felt like a millionaire
With little more but rich, so rich in love
And no one gives a damn for him

And I hope that he finds Jesus
Or a bed tonight, or another drink
I'd take him home but you see now
I don’t live alone, and even if I did
Some other reason would make me think
Of the places that I must go

And every heart that ever broke
One man's dreams, a heavy load
That died from an overdose of on the road
 Sits all alone

And maybe if he got a shave 
And washed the blood off of his face
And changed his suit, he’d be some use
To this country, this prosperity
But he’s bleeding in his soul
And they haven’t found a cure for that you see
Except for maybe burgundy

And every heart that ever broke
One man's dreams, a heavy load
That died from an overdose of on the road
Sits all alone