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Took the bus to the river front drive

threw a quarter to the kids who were sleeping outside

had a handle on the night or at least i was told

stopped to look into the windows where they say the music died

my soul intention, never will i mention

i've included that theory since my blurry younger days

shook hands, had a beer and conversation

with a friend who's fallen victim to his own wicked ways

we had a laugh and then we started back

down the street in the rain to the place he called home

"its not much, but it keeps me dry

and out here in the street i know i'll never be alone"

forget the boredom, forget the hesitation

set your mind down to the Union bus station

I know a place called Pamela Circle

theres a warm heart and an open door always waiting.