Where Zero Meets Fifteen Songtext

My car broke down in Arizona, have to ride the bus again, at ten-o-clock on Tuesday night, with thirteen cents and a broken pen.I put my backpack on the bench, tell two people I donít smoke, see the cop across the street, he thinks that I am selling dope, I could have walked another block, to get away from the scene.Why does it always come to this, where zero meets fifteen?And so I gave my thirteen cents, to the man who peed his pants. He passes out and falls on me, I watch my change fall from his hand. I see the lady next to me, holds her baby black blue. The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking, where I got my new tattoo.What does it matter anyway, thirteen cents or all I own? How can I ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans? I want to try and save the world, but it never goes that way. God I donít know what to do, down at Colfax and Broadway. Now the man with no shoes on, says I donít know how to play. He says I fumble all the time. He thinks that I am John Elway. I put my face down in my hands, water wells inside my eyes. What do I have to give them? Does it matter if I try?I canít stand to see you suffer, I try to intellectualize,a formula to end you pain, it doesnít work, God knows Iíve tried. Sometimes my cup is overfilled.Sometimes Iím too afraid that Iím going to spill.