Just outside the door

I wrote this many years ago (early 90's?) but I was reminded of it today by a story about a cop that gave some boots to a homeless guy.

Philosophies, like fireflies,

burn bright and die unseen

while people suffer change

beneath the glare on city streets

and old gray men with rotted fruit

and bagels in their hands

go running down the alleyway

chased off from garbage cans

Chorus

in the richest country

the world has ever known

it's so strange to see these ragged faces

just outside the door.

I have friends that just get angry

and some who give their time

and one, who gave her winter coat

one cold and rainy night

I told her she was crazy

to give away her heart

and she told me not to be so cold

and warmed me in her arms

Repeat Chorus

Rob Lytle