The clatter of the garbage cans
in the dark and lonely alley
Searching for a bottle
with a drop or two of wine
The wino makes his rounds
from garbage cans to gutter
Running like a wild man
to every bottle that he finds
The wine makes him happy for a little
while but this world of fantasy
don't last long
Then his frail lonely body
seeks refuge but he's lost
in a world of his own
What would 'cause a man to give up
everything life has to offer
And end up with no family
no home no nothing
Sleeping on the ground
in some fifty alley
Holding tight in his hand
an empty wine bottle
In his eyes a look of sadness as though
he's just seen the gates of hell
Could it be that he's loved
and lost or could it be that
he was lost and unloved
Whatever it might be
it's a pitiful sight
to see a man knows only
as a wino