But I had No Shoes on

for the man I saw today with tears in his eyes

It was the time when I had no shoes on and there were tears in my eyes.
They stood around like silent vultures waiting for me to leave.

The man in the black coat, he had no shoes on either.
He sang with his trumpet, an elegy for the parking lot full of dead cars
And they stood like vultures in uniforms, waiting for me to leave
But I had no shoes on and the shoes I did have, the laces were untied.

And I leaned on my elbow and I saw the tears in my eyes.
It was the time when I had no shoes on and the vultures stood,
their feet in tennis shoes.
And the trumpet man played to the dead cars and the dead sky
And the dead ears of the vultures waiting.

There was another man and he had snake skin boots on.
He leaned on his elbow and had tears in his eyes but his shirt was tucked in.
And he leaned on a street pole that held a sign that said One Way.
The tears in my eyes were in front of a table in front of a window.

Inside there were many tables and they were not all full.
Some were empty like my feet with no shoes on.
The purple shirted vultures with their bike helmets and walkie-talkies
waited in silence the day I had no shoes on.