Down on Caroliner Street


His usual corner was empty I wondered whether something was wrong

As I walked by I noticed his paper cup too was gone

It’s been days since I’ve seen him with his torn blanket at his feet

Down on Caroliner St.

In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve yet to hear him speak

And once I thought I saw him smile, well, in his eyes way down so deep

And for a moment I did wonder about the secrets that they keep

Down on Caroliner St.

Where the wind blows cold, through the bright and coloured lights

As it heads into the night. You’d better make sure you are not alone.

You better not miss a beat.

Down on Caroliner St.

Down on Caroliner.

(It’s only gonna make you weep)