A man on the corner looks everything over - he don't know
where he's going next. He's never worried never too
hurried - always finds a place to lay his head. He never
understands why everybody plans for tomorrow and not
today. Another's in his suite. Works late on wall st. A
million dolalr view he's never seen. He's always
planning, saving, scanning. No one dare interrupt it's
his routine. He never understands why everybody stands
still in a world full of demands. Just once when things
were slow he saw the corner man below looking back with
eyes he somehow seemed to know. As the two stared blind
the same thought crossed their minds. I only feel so
sorry for your kind. They turn away.