This morning I caught a glimpse of the man who died    Under the bridge last night    And there were no newspaper stories heralding his journey west    No there were no mourners       Won't somebody tell me what it takes    To be treated like a man    Won't somebody tell me what it takes    For some people to understand    That poverty is not a crime    No he wasn't just doing his time    He was just a man living under a bridge in my town       Maybe one day he was standing in the back of the line    when he finally realized    That the man on top of the world is growing fat    Standing on his back       Won't somebody tell me what it takes    To be treated like a man    Won't somebody tell me what it takes    For some people to understand    That poverty is not a crime    No he wasn't just doing his time    He was just a man living under a bridge in my town       I live off the kindness of others from time to time    Maybe I'm just lucky    Because in a world where so few have so much more than they need    So many will suffer       Won't somebody tell me what it takes    To be treated like a man    Won't somebody tell me what it takes    For some people to understand    That having more than what you need is not a right    It's a crime    He was just a man living under a bridge in your town