Spare Change

Got Some Spare Change?!? Tattered and worn shirt to match her Broken down skirt The holes in her shoes let you know that she knew The hard face of life Its truth its reality and at this moment all she could do is whisper to me was Got Some Spare Change?!? I stand there in my slacks my new, dry cleaned shirt that was navy black my shoes polished clean fresh from the box Wall Streets a Tough one But I made it by a lot Other guys in similar suits walk past me just the same clean shirt new shoes and everything is sane for them yet here stands this woman alone desperate and out on a whim I could pass her buy like my co workers do the brokers the stalks all held together like glue But i shall be different I hear here again Got Some Spare Change?!? I reach for the change in my pocket feel the quaters rubbing against my thumb and then i see him my boss Want to go out for lunch? he says SURE! Tattered and worn shirt to match her Broken down skirt The holes in her shoes let you know that she knew The hard face of life Its truth its reality Gone