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Someday Words and music by Michael McPherson Published by Big Table Music

Pitches his tent beside the highway.
His blanket is an old coat somebody threw out.
They all passed him by today.
The empty streets seem to echo what his life is all about.

Strangers stare at him through windows.
Nervous eyes turn away.
Speaking thoughtless innuendoes.
Don't they know this could be them someday?

A dirty culvert is his palace.
A rusted tin can is his chalice.
His kingdom has no walls or borders.
No servants rush to hear his orders.

Strangers stare at him through windows.
Nervous eyes turn away.
Speaking thoughtless innuendoes.
Don't they know this could be them someday?

Its the autumn of contentment.
The midnight of a smile.
Thinly veiled without resentment.
Is this something that he can reconcile?

Lately his hopes have been sinking.
Got a hopeless way of thinking.
He sees a dark and grim horizon.
No reason to keep his disguise on.

Strangers stare at him through windows.
Nervous eyes turn away.
Speaking thoughtless innuendoes.
Don't they know this could be them someday?

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