Down on Caroliner Street
His usual corner was empty I wondered whether something was wrong
As I walked by I noticed his paper cup too was gone
It’s been days since I’ve seen him with his torn blanket at his feet
Down on Caroliner St.
In all the time I’ve known him, I’ve yet to hear him speak
And once I thought I saw him smile, well, in his eyes way down so deep
And for a moment I did wonder about the secrets that they keep
Down on Caroliner St.
Where the wind blows cold, through the bright and coloured lights
As it heads into the night. You’d better make sure you are not alone.
You better not miss a beat.
Down on Caroliner St.
Down on Caroliner.
(It’s only gonna make you weep)