[K. Vanderhoof]



Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade

A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame

Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears

For things he's lost, or things he'll never have at all



The forgotten man wanders misplaced in the world

Obscurity is all the eye can see, and I recall



All alone again



As we pass on by and continue with our day

Can we appraise the quality of life some other way?



All alone again



When you take a longer look at someone on the run

You may see reflections of yourself becoming one

Take an extra moment when you find yourself at peace

To think about your values and your own affluency



Everything you've worked for and everything you've done

May be thrown by the wayside, and you're not the only one

Everything around you may seen worn and overused

But imagine yourself removed from all that you're used to



All alone again



Once an influential man, once was in his prime

He spends his days repeating lines like "can you spare a dime?"

Shunned by those loved you and by those who were your friends

Can you adjust to a different life of living on the edge?



The destitute find meaning in a different way of life

The doorways that they dwell in are shelter in the night

No shining crystal possessions set out for his display

His purpose is to find the food to get him throught the day



All alone again



Roaming aimless through the streets of supply and demand

Once a gypsy disconnected, no more, no future plans

Self discarded king of ruin, worthless to the world

Fight to keep his sanity, his voice is never heard



You may think it thoughtless and his mind is on a string (?)

He always seems to find a reason to get him through the day



All alone again



He staggers down the alley to drink his spirits by himself

As he prays to God that he wakes up somewhere else