[K. Vanderhoof]      Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade   A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame   Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears   For things he's lost, or things he'll never have at all      The forgotten man wanders misplaced in the world   Obscurity is all the eye can see, and I recall      All alone again      As we pass on by and continue with our day   Can we appraise the quality of life some other way?      All alone again      When you take a longer look at someone on the run   You may see reflections of yourself becoming one   Take an extra moment when you find yourself at peace   To think about your values and your own affluency      Everything you've worked for and everything you've done   May be thrown by the wayside, and you're not the only one   Everything around you may seen worn and overused   But imagine yourself removed from all that you're used to      All alone again      Once an influential man, once was in his prime   He spends his days repeating lines like "can you spare a dime?"   Shunned by those loved you and by those who were your friends   Can you adjust to a different life of living on the edge?      The destitute find meaning in a different way of life   The doorways that they dwell in are shelter in the night   No shining crystal possessions set out for his display   His purpose is to find the food to get him throught the day      All alone again      Roaming aimless through the streets of supply and demand   Once a gypsy disconnected, no more, no future plans   Self discarded king of ruin, worthless to the world   Fight to keep his sanity, his voice is never heard      You may think it thoughtless and his mind is on a string (?)   He always seems to find a reason to get him through the day      All alone again      He staggers down the alley to drink his spirits by himself   As he prays to God that he wakes up somewhere else