Lyrics

Well he stood outside the Taxi Rank
And he spoke of George Gershwin
And he sang a song to keep him warm
On this cold and frosty night

And he stood and watched us eat our money
While he don't have a Dime
And nobody wants to talk to him
Except his bottle of wine

And he don't care as much as us
But still we won't make a fuss
Because he won't even be a memory
And his footsteps will soon be dust

And we'll go home to luxury
To a room that has a bed
But for him it's any place he can find
To rest his ageing head

And you know that times not on his side
Yes you know that times not on his side

And cardboard Cities sow their seeds
And rise up everywhere
But still we continue to lie to ourselves
And make out that we truly care

And how many homeless people
Must the world cast to one side
There but for the grace of God go we
And now we should all realise

Cuz you know that times not on our side
Yes you know that times not on our side