Junkman

Words and music by Bill Price

Streetwise and stark, going running 'round
One up and over, staying underground - junkman
A trace or a trifle for his own collection
At the corner of commitment see him change direction - junkman

Bits and pieces are all that's at stake
So he collects them when he can
He can't afford to gamble his fate
But how much longer can he wait? - junkman

Keeping discrete and disconnected
He'll embrace the distance over being rejected - junkman
Outside his overcoat shows no pain to measure
Deep down I bet he'd trade his trash for treasure - junkman

Bits and pieces are all that's at stake
So he takes them when he can
He can't afford to peddle his fate
But how much longer can he wait?

It's just a scrap of emotion
That's all he wants to keep
It's just a lack of devotion
The demon that makes him weep

Nothing anymore takes him by surprise
I see he salvaged the search in his eye - junkman
A life removed is a life of no trouble
I know someday he'll find an angel in his rubble - he's a junkman

Bits and pieces are all that's at stake
So he saves them when he can
He can't afford to pawn his fate
But how much longer can he wait? junkman

Streetwise and stark, running going 'round
One up and over, staying underground

© 2009 Mr. Quill Music (BMI)