Shout At The Wind lyrics

He shouts at the wind

Fists tightly drawn

Homeless and alone

A smeared pariah

Washed in the showers

That a rainstorm brings

Wandering walks empty

Seeking spare change

He believes conspiracy

The voices tell him so

He incites pleas to God

Yet still no response

Abandoned by humanity

A bastion for pity

Musing irrationally

Larceny a possible ploy

Chuckling, the imagination

Sobbing, the realization

Everyday is a vacation

Unabled occupation

Wagering life each day

Weather permitting

A shelter takes in

Or rescue finds him

Noncompliant remedy

No direction to fulfill

Nor funds to convey

For mentation's lucid meds