Life On The Street At Night

Left alone but for the streets that you walk on and where sleep at night, prospects none, a job none future none, money none, self-respect is gone, pride is gone, very little fright left

And not forgetting the dangers, that go without saying, trying to find a place to lay your head down much-needed sleep, wondering endlessly through cold damp streets late at night, shadows hiding under street lamps

It makes you fear everything 
believe me, there are no heroes left on the street that doesn't at least fear something approaching footsteps shadows hiding In doorway always having to sleep with one eye open

Avoiding town cities late at nights weekend chucking out time, those who drink too much, finding somewhere safe to sleep away from the main streets the parks the back alleys, advice make for the hills, fields, much safer places to be 

But don't expect sympathy for how you now find yourself people will pass you by as if your not there I suppose It a fear of one day becoming like that themselves It makes them afraid to approach you sometimes if you're lucky kindness show It's hand with some spare change or a coffee If you're really lucky something to eat