As the snow falls starts coming down
With the lights from steady cars
The mitten all frozen to the ground
 The life he knew is as close as the lonely stars

The man just lays against that darkend wall
Back behind the trash
Trying to absorb the building warmth
Watching his cigarette turn to ash

He stares across the street
Where others are laying too
They don’t know where to go
They don’t know what to do

Their lives being turned by the financial lack
Their stock has come and gone
The houses they had the bank took back
All they say is this is wrong

The cold night turns to day
And people start to come
It is time for him to beg away
To see if he could make some

The brightest time is when the shelter starts
The doors open wide
The racing of their hearts
For this is when they have to suck up their pride

If they’re lucky they can get a bed
To sleep till morning light
The man remembers what a deer friend said
Remember your happy memories…they’ll take you through
the night

And so all that he ever knows
The life he had was history
For until those stocks he has can grow
His life is just a memory.