We are the misfits with a broken horizon 

Like Keats or Hemingway, survive with poets defiance 

Christmas at the Martinique grieving for a home 

Three generations tough it out on the big street all alone... 



Rank of the privileged on the evening commute 

Don't want to be bothered, don't want to be used 

booming in suburbia, shuttle's on the way 

A beggar asks for money. It's a dollar you don't want to pay- 



To the Waterfront Weirdos 

For the Waterfront Weirdos 

Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? 



Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind 

In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive yet we find 



It's so damn hard to conceive `till it looks you straight in the eye 

Just take a walk on West 32nd Street or pick up a New York Times 

and believe it... 

Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be 

homeless and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos. 



Who are the Waterfront Weirdos? 



Many live on the edge, keep them out of sight out of mind 

In our midst a disgrace-answers are elusive then we find 

Powerless is a child in the wake of hunger at night 

Giving up-giving in 

Can't we hear their screaming from within...? 



My life spent standing here in the back of a line 

I'm living for the moment-yes, I'm living by the hour 

in a game of survival 

In a mood of resignation I'm not the man I am- 

meal ticket, waiting for a handout 

Things will change and somehow I'll get out 

I keep telling myself it won't last forever 

Adversity closing in, my sanity lapses, I'll rise again 

Resisting the end 

Only 22 as my apprehension seques into an IMPENDING ASCENSION 

I could not fake this for long 

How long am I supposed to take it lying down? 

I will not take this lying down! 



Many live on the edge 

Keep them out of sight out of mind 

In the end it is us 

picking up the pieces that we find 

On the path of least resistance evidence is loud and clear 

When will we wake up? 

Failures are mounting as the underclass grows 

every year and believe that- 

Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless 

and one of the Waterfront Weirdos 



It's so damn hard to believe `till it looks you straight in the eye 

Shake the hands of losers lost on Broadway who remember a 

nostalgic time and believe that- 

Up in an ivory tower it's hard to see, hard to feel, hard to be homeless 

and one of the outcast-Waterfront Weirdos.