A man on the corner looks everything over - he don't know 
where he's going next. He's never worried never too 
hurried - always finds a place to lay his head. He never 
understands why everybody plans for tomorrow and not 
today. Another's in his suite. Works late on wall st. A 
million dolalr view he's never seen. He's always 
planning, saving, scanning. No one dare interrupt it's 
his routine. He never understands why everybody stands 
still in a world full of demands. Just once when things 
were slow he saw the corner man below looking back with 
eyes he somehow seemed to know. As the two stared blind 
the same thought crossed their minds. I only feel so 
sorry for your kind. They turn away.