Eighth avenue and Broadway   Cussin' at the light   Wrapped up in my existence   My perfect little life   When he tapped on my window   It scared me half to death   And even through the glass I swore   I smelled the whiskey on his breath.      I turned back and starred straight ahead   Wishing I could drive away   And just before the light turned green   I heard the old man say   I'm awful cold and hungry   Not a nickel to my name   Mister could you spare a little change      As I sped away in anger   Saw his sadness in the mirror   It haunted me for miles and miles    Just wouldn't disappear   That moment of reflection   Pulled my conscience off the shelf   And the question crossed my mind   Was I looking at myself      I pulled over on the shoulder    Finally broke down   Surrendered to emotion   As my knees hit the ground   I looked up to heaven   And cried in Jesus name   Father could you spare a little change      Could you make me a better man    For my children and my wife   Don't let me take for granted   All the blessings of my life   Please forgive me lord I've lost my way   And turned my back on you   Perhaps its time I walked a mile   In someone else's shoes      Much stranger than fiction   The truth can open up your eyes   Angels walk among us   In every shape and size   Might be a bum on Broadway   That God sends to explain   Maybe your the one who needs the change   We all could use a little change