So cold and wet in the city
He washes car windows in the night
Tryin' to make a little change
From the cars as they wait for the light

People show such hostility
They tell him to go find some work
To them it's all some kind of joke
But his eyes show how much jokes can hurt

He tells them: you don't understand, but this is my jo
I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and ro
I never imagined this could happen in my life
But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive

Walk around after midnight
There's a whole population on the street
Cardboard box for a pillow
And the steam from the grating for heat

Sometimes it is so overwhelming,
It can wear down your sympathy
But then you see someone holding on
To a small piece of his dignity

Saying: you don't understand, but this is my jo
I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and ro
I never imagined this could happen in my life
But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive

(guitar solo)

You don't understand, but this is my jo
I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and ro
I never imagined this could happen in my life
But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive
Tryin' to survive, Lord
Tryin' to survive
Just tryin' to stay alive
This is my jo
This is my jo
I refuse to steal and ro
So washing car windows is my job