Saw a man on a corner and I watched as he played A song on a flute that told of his days In a story of torture that came without sound This music of misery won't let me down
Shadows keep hanging over me My conscience is my integrity
You've got to stop crying over me I could learn but what a man would I be I could run away just to hear you say
Saw a man on a corner and I watched as he played In a circle of chalk that he'd marked on the pavement He told of his life and a web that he'd made A circle of misery, a circle of pain