Most days I wake up early
Throw on my sneakers and I run to the store to buy a pack of
ciagrettes
On the way I see Jim strumming his guitar,
Hoping passerbys will throw him a few cents
So we try real hard to make of it what we can do
Jim's got: a nice smile, and a few good tunes for you
He'll be playing there every morning till he's through
But, the end is nowhere in this city

I wave to Jim and I drag the Camel Light
is green, cross the street, avoid distractions in-between
Old Katie still sics her two big dogs on little kids
Who get a bit too close for their own good And then
Katie goes inside and calls her own -
she hasn't seen them since they left her all alone
She'll be calling them in every morning's dial tone,
But,
The end is nowhere in this city

So you can leave or you can go now
You can pack your bags and hit the country road now
Or:
You can do what I do when things get rough:
Make a Jack 'N Coke and suck it up

I've heard the answers, I've heard you prayers
I've seen everything you need
To get from here to there
But there's no magic cure, no panacea to spread around;
Just ask Jim, or guys like him in town

So we try real hard to make of it what we can do
Jim's got: a nice smile, and a few good tunes for you
He'll be playing there every morning till he's through
But, the end is nowhere in this city

So you can leave or you can go now
You can pack your bags and hit the country road now
Or:
You can do what I do when things get rough:
Make a Jack 'N Coke and suck it up

Sit down, lay down, watch the music as it shatters
Glasses in your room