This morning I caught a glimpse of the man who died
Under the bridge last night
And there were no newspaper stories heralding his journey west
No there were no mourners
Won't somebody tell me what it takes
To be treated like a man
Won't somebody tell me what it takes
For some people to understand
That poverty is not a crime
No he wasn't just doing his time
He was just a man living under a bridge in my town
Maybe one day he was standing in the back of the line
when he finally realized
That the man on top of the world is growing fat
Standing on his back
Won't somebody tell me what it takes
To be treated like a man
Won't somebody tell me what it takes
For some people to understand
That poverty is not a crime
No he wasn't just doing his time
He was just a man living under a bridge in my town
I live off the kindness of others from time to time
Maybe I'm just lucky
Because in a world where so few have so much more than they need
So many will suffer
Won't somebody tell me what it takes
To be treated like a man
Won't somebody tell me what it takes
For some people to understand
That having more than what you need is not a right
It's a crime
He was just a man living under a bridge in your town