To the Man of the Streets

You were just a stranger, a man of the streets
With a story behind you, a reason we meet
You were so thoughtful, you were so kind
I never knew strangers could have such a mind
I took you for granted, I took all your time
I took all you offered and I left you with dimes
When you mean so much to me
You were generous but poor
And your kindness deserved so much more

And I hope that I find you someday
But hope is a gamble, and could lead to dismay
And your kindness deserved so much more

I wish to go back to the moment you leave
I'd correct my mistakes since I'm not as naive
I'd try to give back everything I could spare
And make you believe that I actually care
Would you give me the chance if I found you today
Would forgiveness be served and guilt taken away
You were kind to me then, are you kind to me now?
Is it something you'd even allow?

And I hope that I find you someday
But hope is a con man, a prop made of hay
And your kindness deserved so much more

And what use are these thoughts when whats done has been done
When I took all I could and then left you with none
And from these mistakes I've learned quite a lot
I'm sorry for not giving you much thought

And I hope that I find you someday
But hope is a gamble, and could lead to dismay
And your kindness deserved so much more

And I hope that I find you someday
But hope is a con man, a prop made of hay
And your kindness deserved so much more

And your kindness deserved so much more