street corners

street corners never bothered me
railroad tracks were my friend
my worst times were always on tuesday
and november was the years end

i never cared much for windy days
but i always loved the rain
sunday remained as a day of praise
but on monday i was a sinner again

i am nobody’s child with no real start
i have oftentimes walked alone
and i know now it has broken my heart
i realize those yesterdays are gone

still, street corners don’t bother me
railroad tracks will always be my friend
sometimes i stand still to see what i see
and what i see in the distance; only the end