She asks the man at the bus stop
“Sir, could you please spare some change?
Due to hard times I lost my job
And bed to bench’s been a hard exchange”
He turns around, doesn’t say a word
He shakes his head like he’s misheard
Picks up his phone pretending to call
Leaving her there feeling very small
Oh, you take care
Of the heart that guides you and me with a prayer
Oh, you take care
Of the compass that guides you and me
Cause the world is better when we share
She asks the man at the corner shop
He can see, she has been crying
Her shirt stained with teardrops
But he doesn’t care if she is dying
Oh, you take care
Of the heart that guides you and me with a prayer
Oh, you take care
Of the compass that guides you and me
Cause the world is better when we share
To be poor is not a life style choice
All of us at some point get lost
We just need someone to hear our voice
Oh, you take care
Of the heart that guides you and me with a prayer
Oh, you take care
Of the compass that guides you and me
Cause we are better when we share