"Notes Walking Home From Work" lyrics

So I scan through the news
I tie both my shoes
I head out the door
I walk down the street
I open the store at six a.m
I sweep up the floor
I get out at four p.m
When my eyes are heavy with sleep and
Just when I'm fit for dreaming I'm waking
To get up again at five a.m
To sweep up the floors and get out at four

I know somewhere inside my head you'll find a mind

Come Sunday I switch on the TV
My wife brings me dinner and we sit down to eat
I prop up my feet
Turn to channel three
To a man being handcuffed off Route 13
I go for a walk 'round half past eight and
There on my stoop a man asking for change
I give him a dollar
He asks for one more
I ask him, "What for?"
He says, "Does it matter?"

I think somewhere inside my chest you'll find a heart

Well I work for a woman half my age
She calls me José
My name is Manuel
I have two daughters six and twelve
I see them on weekends and holidays
It's routine melts time like the burning wick of the candlestick on my table
So my hair turns grey a bit more each day
My bones feel the weight of my petulant age

I think somewhere beyond my chest you'll find a spine

So I scan through the news
I tie both my shoes
I head out the door and step over the man
On my stoop passed out cold empty bottle in hand
I button my coat
I walk down the street
I open the store at six a.m
I sweep up the floor
I get out at four p.m
When my eyes are heavy with sleep and
Just when I'm fit for dreaming I'm waking

Do I believe in Heaven and Hell?
Friend, I left my beliefs in the hourly hotel
In a book
In a drawer
In a bedside table
Made in a line
In a factory somewhere

I think somewhere beyond this life you'll find a soul