Were Zero Meets Fifteen

<br>My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on<br>Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.<br>I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people i dont smoke, see the cop<br>across the street, he thinks that am selling dope.<br>I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene.<br>Why does it always come to this, where the zero meets fifteen?<br>And so i gave my thirteen cents, to the man who peed his pants.<br>He passes out and falls on me, i watch my change fall from his hands.<br>I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black and blue.<br>The junkie gutter-punks keep asking, where i got my new tatoo.<br>What does it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I own?<br>HOw can i ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans?<br>I want to try and save the world, but it never goes that way.<br>God i dont know what to do, down oat Colfax and Broadway.<br>Now the man with no shoes on, says i dont know how to play.<br>He says i fumble all the time.<br>He thinks that i am John Elway.<br>I put my face down in my hands, water wells inside my eyes.<br>What do i have to give them?<br>Does it matter if i try?<br>I cant stand to see you suffer, i try to intellectualize, a formula to end<br>your pain, it doesnt work, God knows Ive tried.<br>Sometimes myu cup is overfilled.<br>Sometimes Im to afradi that Im going to spill.