On the corner, rattling changenA weary beggar sings for his dinnernSaying the earth was good to me todaynIt gave me just enough to go on my waynnAnd I was homeless when you found menTook me in and put a tea kettle onnAnd the light washed over me, I was no beggar thennWe were free like dust in the sunbeamsnnAnd while the mo-town records playednHow I wanted you, whoah, but I knewnWhen the sun came up that morningnThe world would find me on that cornernAlone to face the raging seasnTo see my dreams and tragedies once morenn