By Tuesday my friends I'll be homeless again Poverty is not a crime, but it'll be hard to prove by then Can I stay with you, will you stay with me Knowing the way I've come? You can stand in the flat winds where the land is tall Yes you'll miss what you left but that won't matter then Can I live with you, will you live with me As I am? I owe money all over town but only small amounts And only to the ones that seem to enjoy the times of rain and mud Between drought and flood If I'm around to find, hence when ya see me next Luck's no good if you can't get some rest Well I guess, if I may, I'll stay And if I stayed right here would you leave me in peace? Are you stronger than the strongest thing that makes you weak?