What is your excuse?

Have you met the old man Lou,
everyday he sits on his bench
Judging by the boots he uses
he's never been head of the bank
Night and day he plays the blues
grooving with his rug rough hands
Tell me what is your excuse?
On a dusty redwood desk
Kezia's shuffling tarot cards
Choosing the right words to say
to her sad widow pal
Even though she doesn't charge,
how priceless the hope she infuses
Tell me what is your excuse?
What'd you do when you meet their eyes,
Would you stop and listen or would you just walk by?
Meet their souls and put your pride aside
Maybe you're gonna see how bright they shine
Have you ever wondered what you could do?
To act selflessly and just put yourself out there?
People can change your day,
Find time, to appreciate
The small things, they choose to share with you
People can give you hope,
When you can't stand to cope
With small things that drag you down
Abbie with her heavy legs,
is going home from work
After giving smiles all day
in her green nurse's scrub
Unflinchingly she'll confort you,
will be there someone for her too
Tell me what is your excuse?
What'd you do when you meet their eyes,
Would you stop and listen or would you just walk by?
Meet their souls and put your pride aside
Maybe you're gonna see how bright they shine
Have you ever wondered what you could do?
To act selflessly and just put yourself out there?
People can change your day,
Find time, to appreciate
The small things, they choose to share with you
People can give you hope,
When you can't stand to cope
With small things that drag you down
People can change your day,
Find time, to appreciate
The small things, they choose to share with you