Come the daybreak just another day
In the life of the beggar man
Trying hard to get out of it
Get about a bit. See that great
Big world he's read about
But never seen

When the times comes
The times for moving on
In the mind of a beggar man
All the places he's got to go
Why he doesn't know
They just come to mind, on by one
Like the bullets from a magazine
He walks away
To dream about the day
When he could say
Goodbye and close the door
On yesterday
A beggar man no more

When the night ends another day
In the life of the beggar man
He tried hard to get out of it
Get about a bit
See that great big world he read about
In the pages of the magazine
That keeps him warm
Through the hours when he sleeps
To dream about the day
When he could say
Goodbye and close the door
On Yesterday
A beggar man no more.