We see them sleeping in the alleys
Cardboard boxes are their homes...

I jumped in the pocket
Of a hopping kangaroo...

So many thoughts occur to me
When I look inside my mind...

Let not your mind linger, upon the thoughts of woe
But let it sing blessings of what the future holds...

They're sitting at a football game
So close to fight the cold...

She gets the broom and gathers the pieces
And she sweeps them up in a heap...

One day I prayed that God would send
Someone for me to love...

She walks alone among the ruins
Distant is her hearts desire...

I have a friend who's in my pocket
She's such a help to me...

Upon the crest of autumn leaves
As cold rains wet the earth...

Last night, they were said, just three little...
But this morning, they're stains on my heart...

On a summer day in June
I took a rocket to the moon...