Capo 1st fret
E C#m
Hope is a thing with feathers, that perches on the soul
A E D A E
Said the homeless young man standin there, strong against the cold
C#m
Reached into my pocket said a penny for your poetry
A E D A E
But when I handed him a dollar bill he was shakin his head at me
D A B7
An he said these words to me
E B7 E
In my fathers house many mansions
A E B7
Though tonite some make their bed along the streets
E B7 E A
Where I’ve seen lives still by winters bitter chill
E B7 E
In my fathers house there’s a mansion for me
Sleep is a silent pleasure behind doors with deadbolt locks
But it’s a concrete nightmare chance you take on the streets in a cardboard box
But I know about the eye of the needle what will come to pass
When the least of us shall be first and the first shall be last
Who’s homeless now I ask
Chorus twice
