A Little Change - Bradley Walker

Eighth avenue and Broadway

Cussin' at the light

Wrapped up in my existence

My perfect little life

When he tapped on my window

It scared me half to death

And even through the glass I swore

I smelled the whiskey on his breath

I turned back and starred straight ahead

Wishing I could drive away

And just before the light turned green

I heard the old man say

I’m awful cold and hungry

Not a nickel to my name

Mister could you spare a little change

As I sped away in anger

Saw his sadness in the mirror

It haunted me for miles and miles

Just wouldn’t disappear

That moment of reflection

Pulled my conscience off the shelf

And the question crossed my mind

Was I looking at myself

I pulled over on the shoulder

Finally broke down

Surrendered to emotion

As my knees hit the ground

I looked up to heaven

And cried in Jesus name

Father could you spare a little change

Could you make me a better man

For my children and my wife

Don’t let me take for granted

All the blessings of my life

Please forgive me lord I’ve lost my way

And turned my back on you

Perhaps its time I walked a mile

In someone else’s shoes

Much stranger than fiction

The truth can open up your eyes

Angels walk among us

In every shape and size

Might be a bum on Broadway

That God sends to explain

Maybe your the one who needs the change

We all could use a little change