| It was a homeless man in Hollywood who got me thinking
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| We’d just flown in from San Francisco; |
| we’d been flying
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| And driving for weeks. |
| This day I saw a homeless man on
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| The street in Hollywood. |
| I felt the usual mix of sorrow for him
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| And anger at a society that makes a man live like this
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| Later on I thought about it more, he affected me differently
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| He really looked together, really organised. |
| He was a survivor
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| I’m sure his life is really tough, but I felt a deep sense of
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| Respect for him, much more than pity. |
| Then I asked myself
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| Why did I react this way. |
| It struck me, that here in this crazy
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| World, there was a man, who drives no car, who flies no plane
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| Who heats no home; |
| in a time of global warming his co2
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| Emissions are pretty much zero. |
| This homeless man in
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| Hollywood is a model urban citizen
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| I on the other hand, I live this life of good intentions
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| I travel the world, I try to be aware of the earth, I sing my songs
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| I look and hope for change. |
| But out on the road, I fly everyday
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| I drive everyday, I heat my home, and burn up so much fuel
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| That if everyone lived like me, we’d need about 4 planets
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| Just to keep it all going… Shit!
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| Funny how a homeless man in Hollywood got me thinking…
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| Men like him just walk the walk, and men like me…
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| Well, we talk a good talk…
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| It was a homeless man in Hollywood…
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| Homeless… |