Boxes

They sleep in boxes, they live in shopping carts
Nicotine faces with runny eyes and lonely hearts
They hide in overcoats behind the subway stairs
Chameleon door stoops, we never even saw them there

And everybody needs somebody
Someone to love, someone to share
A buried dream, a secret thought
For most of us it's all we've got
Everybody needs someone

They've got the motorcars, they've got the penthouse suites
Live near rodeo drive and sleep in beds as wide as streets
They've got the blue blood, they've got the right stuff
They've got it all, but still in all
It's not quite enough

'Cause everybody needs somebody
Someone to love, someone to share
A sacred dream, a secret thought
For most of us it's all we've got
Everybody needs someone
Everybody needs someone