I don't know how it came to this, I'm only seventeen
I didn't want to grow up quite so soon or quite so mean
I wonder if the world had meant to find me on the street
Asking for a dollar from each stranger that I meet
It's cold and lonely out here on these streets alone
With nothing left to call a family or a home
My mother hit the bottle when my father hit the road
Then I just hit the streets 'cause there was no place else to go
I don't know how it come to this, was there something I did wrong
Was there some way that I should have seen it coming on
Or is that my luck turned bad a bit before my time
Well maybe it will even out here somewhere down the line
It's cold and lonely out here on these streets alone
With nothing left to call a family or a home
My mother hit the bottle when my father hit the road
Then I just hit the streets 'cause there was no place else to go
I don't know how it came to this, or what it's all about
I'm much too young to be considered simply down and out
So when you see me standing here don't turn the other way
Cause there but for the grace of God you see yourself someday
It's cold and lonely out here on these streets alone
With nothing left to call a family or a home
My mother hit the bottle when my father hit the road
Then I just hit the streets 'cause there was no place left to go anymore
I don't know how it came to this, I'm only seventeen