An old bum pushes a shopping cart
that he stole form Winn Dixie parking lot
It's 1:00 a.m. and I'm on my way home

I left there before it came to shouts
just in time to see him spit his apple out
Left your door and made a bee-line for my own

I tell you it's alright
but I'm thinking fuck you anyway
You blame me for making promises
and I blame me for ever believing a word you'd say
I got what I need
but it's not with you
and for what I want I don't have the nerve
So I guess again it will comes down to
I got what I deserved.

Don't be afraid just look around
Go on and say it
it's just a breath with a sound
And don't be afraid to fall
When we're on the shoulders of giants after all

You smile as if I had nothing better to do
as if you were one of the chosen few
as if there were nothing cooler than you
Still I know you by touch and I know you by smell
And I know you by ways to vulgar to tell
I guess I know you a little all too well
so that smile is fitting for you

Don't be afraid just look around
Go on and say it
it's just a breath with a sound
And don't be afraid to fall
When we're on the shoulders of giants after all

I don't sleep with my politics
I choose not to hate
'Cause I don't wear my heart where my knees separate
It's crotch propaganda
bat for both teams
and it's me not choosing sides
standing in between

An old bum pushes a shopping cart
each notices the other
and jumps with a start
It's 2:00 a.m. and I've found my way home
Well it's giants in slumber
but it's sleep that won't stay
It's singing harps that got away
And I fold my body to fit this furniture
hit the lights and call it a day