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Lyrics

Something’s Not Working Here
©2018 Barbara Tlachac Webber
Born August 24, 2018

He’s there at his corner again
Thankful for the dollar I give him
Sacred pants held up by twine
Will work for food on a tattered sign

This is not the life she chose
Walking in someone else’s clothes
Shoes a little too large and shirt too small
She makes it bearable with alcohol

Something’s not working here
Something’s not working here
Too many people in the street not having what they need.
Something’s not working here

Serving food once a month downtown
Sure to catch their eyes when they come around
It’s the little ones that hurt the most
They haunt my dreams like hungry ghosts

Chorus

Lines of cots at the homeless shelter
Lines of ladles at the free meal counter
Lines of day-old muffins bags to put their stuff in
Lines of mittens
Lines of linens
Lines of combs
Lines for homes
Lines and Lines and lines and lines
Lines and Lines and lines and lines
Lines and Lines and lines and lines

Something’s not working here
Something’s not working here
Too many people in the street not having what they need