Well I`m walking this lonely street
but I`m far from bein` alone
`Cause everyone I meet,
has nowhere to call home.
So they move on
from day to day,
just to stand in a line.
Well my mother she comes to me
and begs me not to fight.
For the sake of the family,
I have to stay out of sight.
So I move on
from day to day,
just to stand in a line.
On the road again
for a job I never find.
People talking...
as if we`re not their kind.
I got a handbill,
says there`s work up here.
Left my homeland...
and paid a price too dear.
I`ve come to the end of the line
there`s too many men,
despair in their faces...
Each one of us hoping to find a life,
a home, a dream...
within the line.
I ain`t helpless --
I just need a hand.
These are hard times,
for every kind of man.
I`ve come to the end of the line
there`s too many men,
despair in their faces.
Each one of us hoping to find
a life, a home, a dream
a place to be.
(repeat)