A bum fiddles for change from the phone.
The man at the desk hands back a credit card
and tells the pregnant girl it’s no good.

There’s news on the TV, with white teeth to deceive me.
A man with a pamphlet cries, “You better believe me!”

But, I’m going on home
to lay my head by my baby alone.
I once loved this world I was shown,
but now I believe I must be slow to believe.

An old man is in line, telling his wife she is fine.
He holds her by the arm.
“Please don’t wander from me,
no one can bring you back to me.”
and he didn’t complain when she asked him his name.

“And we’re going on home,” He said,
“Where you and I can be alone.
We’ll flip through our photos, and I know
you know me. This is the last thing I’ll believe”

But, I’m going on home
to lay my head by my baby alone.
I once loved this world I was shown,
but now I believe I must be slow to believe.