Straw Mat and a Concrete Floor

Straw mat and a concrete floor
Food in the corner from two days before
Callus hand but they weren't always rough
Sharp words but we weren't always tough
Laundry hanging from a rope
Through the center of the room
This is what the dream looks like
More than a struggle it's a fight
To be kind when you're hungry and tired
You've got no right to be tired
When people are coming
To forget their problems
And maybe a little of your time
Could help solve them
Maybe a kind word from you
Would absolve them
From feeling that they're all alone
Beaten down by the work no one sees
'Cause it's always full-on behind the scenes
Getting home at most once a year, and
Never bringing the glam or cheer
Just watching TV just to get out of your head
This is what the dream looks like
More than a struggle it's a fight
To be kind when you're hungry and tired
You've got no right to be tired
When people are coming
To forget their problems
And maybe a little of your time
Could help solve them
Maybe a kind word from you
Would absolve them
From feeling that they're all alone
Straw mat and a concrete floor
Kind of looks like the city before, but
That place had water and
This one you gotta go next door
But next door they have a kitchen
And some home cooked food, and
A friendly ear to pry out the blues if you choose
To forget for a moment that you are alone