So cold and wet in the city
He washes car windows in the night
Tryin' to make a little change
From the cars as they wait for the light
People show such hostility
They tell him to go find some work
To them it's all some kind of joke
But his eyes show how much jokes can hurt
He tells them: you don't understand, but this is my job
I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and rob
I never imagined this could happen in my life
But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive
Walk around after midnight
There's a whole population on the street
Cardboard box for a pillow
And the steam from the grating for heat
Sometimes it is so overwhelming,
It can wear down your sympathy
But then you see someone holding on
To a small piece of his dignity
Saying: you don't understand, but this is my job
I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and rob
I never imagined this could happen in my life
But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive
(guitar solo)
You don't understand, but this is my job
I may have nothing, I refuse to steal and rob
I never imagined this could happen in my life
But it has, and I'm tryin' to survive
Tryin' to survive, Lord
Tryin' to survive
Just tryin' to stay alive
This is my job
This is my job
I refuse to steal and rob
So washing car windows is my job
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