Pretty man
I was sitting by the roadside , deciding what to do
surrounded by cans and used needles
I’d got to a place where the end was near
people walked past and laughed and jeered
I looked up and I saw your face
it wasn’t right you were at this place
but you kept on looking and didn’t move
you didn’t laugh or disapprove
You were dressed like a queen
but I knew you were a man
but it didn’t matter
I could see you cared
You cupped my face and held my hand
I was dressed in rags as you pulled me up
I could see your love for human kind
you didn’t speak but gave me a dime
You restored my faith in the world I live
then disappeared into the crowds
I didn’t move for an hour or two
but the seed was already planned
I never did see
that pretty man ever again
maybe it was all in my mind
but now I’m a pretty man myself
and I save men on roadsides like me
