I went this morning to go to the store,
There sat a man on the corner of the street.
I looked at him and just could not ignore,
What might have been that knocked him off of his feet.
You’re lonely walking down the street, feeling like you’re worthless and no good, you feel like you were just stabbed and walking threw fire, you've been walking around for days not knowing exactly where you're going.
I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
But it isn't half so fine a sight as Main Street used to be
When it all was covered over with a couple of feet of snow,
And over the crisp and radiant road the ringing sleighs would go.