Letras
At the corner of Belmont and Sixth
There's a guy who's just trying to stay warm
Selling papers for a buck you won't miss
In an old camo uniform
I try and buy one when I can
Oh but nothing about it ever feels right
So when the light turns green at Belmont and Sixth
I cry
Oh I cry for the ones who are tired and lonely
So tangled and torn 'cause they fought for our country
Came home but the pieces don't fit
Like the guy at Belmont and Sixth
He volunteered to go through hell
Oh and part of him's still back there
And though it's pretty high sometimes
He smiles but his eyes look so scared
It makes me cry for the ones who are tired and lonely
Tangled and torn 'cause they fought for our country
Came home but don't feel like they fit
Like the guy at Belmont and Sixth
Monday he wasn't in his regular spot
And my heart raced through a million emotions
Maybe he's sick or just found a job
And I thought about war
How some always come home so broken
So I cried for the ones who are tired and lonely
So tangled and torn 'cause they fought for our country
Came home but don't feel like they fit
Yeah I cried for the families and prayed for us all
For the brave and the proud who stumble and fall
And I cried for what we ought to fix
For that guy at Belmont and Sixth
Yeah I cried for what we ought to fix
Like the guy at Belmont and Sixth