My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen. I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people i dont smoke, see the cop across the street, he thinks that am selling dope. I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene. Why does it always come to this, where the zero meets fifteen? And so i gave my thirteen cents, to the man who peed his pants. He passes out and falls on me, i watch my change fall from his hands. I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black and blue. The junkie gutter-punks keep asking, where i got my new tatoo. What does it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I own? HOw can i ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans? I want to try and save the world, but it never goes that way. God i dont know what to do, down oat Colfax and Broadway. Now the man with no shoes on, says i dont know how to play. He says i fumble all the time. He thinks that i am John Elway. I put my face down in my hands, water wells inside my eyes. What do i have to give them? Does it matter if i try? I cant stand to see you suffer, i try to intellectualize, a formula to end your pain, it doesnt work, God knows Ive tried. Sometimes myu cup is overfilled. Sometimes Im to afradi that Im going to spill.