Saw her walking down Sunset Boulevard
pushin' her sleepin' hungry kids in a grocery cart
put a band-aid on it with my five dollars
but those kids are growin' up so hard

but I fight to keep the passion
but I can feel myself growin' numb
I guess you call it self-protection
lookin' out for #1

there's an old man with alzheimer's
he's got a hard time acceptin' it so he goes out on
these long walks
and he falls down in the middle of the street
and he just lays there, and no one
helps him

and I fight to keep the passion
but I can feel myself growin' numb
I guess they call it self-protection
lookin' out for #1

five years later I think back to that night on sunset blvd.
even drove past the place where i saw that woman
her kids must be going to school now, or somewhere
causin' trouble
but what do I care? what can I do about it, anyway?

but I fight to keep the passion
but I can feel myself growin' numb
I guess you call it self-protection
lookin' out for #1
lookin' out for #1
lookin' out for #1
It's killing me
It's killing me
It's killing me