Nobody
were always
with somebody
would you
know anybody
everybody says
they’re fine
everything’s fine
but everybody lies
on the street
the mailman with his wave
the mother with her buggy
the old man with his cane
the little boy with his eyes
the lady with her dog
the rich man with his money
the poor man with his pockets
the widow with her house
the out-lived with their hours
the short-lived with their moment
the white-collar with their gloves
the blue-collar with their hands
the neighbors with their smile
the crowd with their voice
the singers with their song
yeah, they all belong
TL