Well I'm walking this lonely street
but I'm far from bein' alone
'Cause everyone I meet,
has nowhere to call home
So they move on
from day to day,
just to stand in a line
Well my mother she comes to me
and begs me not to fight
For the sake of the family,
I have to stay out of sight
So I move on
from day to day,
just to stand in a line
On the road again
for a job I never find
People talking
as if we're not their kind
I got a handbill,
says there's work up here
Left my homeland
and paid a price too dear
I've come to the end of the line
there's too many men,
despair in their faces
Each one of us hoping to find a life,
a home, a dream
within the line
I ain't helpless --
I just need a hand
These are hard times,
for every kind of man
I've come to the end of the line
there's too many men,
despair in their faces
Each one of us hoping to find
a life, a home, a dream
a place to be
(repeat)