text: Remember that country house we used to own
  The one with the busted fence
  Wed sit on our porches and greet all the passers by
  Not giving more than a glimpse
  In that little town off the border of Pittsburgh
  We knew every face, every smile, every laugh
  Remember the luster of a freshly dampened sidewalk
  How the children would purposely Splash
  Oh we worked in Señor Gonzaless shop
  Preparing the lunch after lunch
  Mrs. Petuna would give me a tip
  And say keep the change, dont show your boss
  On my way home, Id pass Mark and his kids
  Playing with a round orange ball
  He and his kids have a big house with a sturdy yard
  Complete with a bathroom stall
  And the street boy is practicing violin
  On his way to Carnegie Hall
  When a hobo says hi to you
  Time to go inside for you
  Thats when youll get my call
  Get my call
  I heard on the local news
  That Joshua was arrested
  For stealing from the Ocean Fronteer
  Everyone had said that he was up to no good
  But no one expected such a sin
  Mark said hed kill himself if his kids grew up to be like that
  Thats cause he raised them so well
  If he was joking or maybe just bragging
  I was not able to tell
  And a rock was thrown through my window last night
  And it landed near the foot of my couch
  And looked out my window
  And saw those Mexicans again
  Smoking and laughing and peeing on my house
  And the street boy is practicing violin
  On his way to Carnegie Hall
  When a hobo says hi to you
  Time to go inside for you
  Thats when youll get my call
  Get my call
  Oh, the good man is rich
  And the bad man is poor
  When we play this game
  And oh, the schoolbus is filled
  With a number of close
  Who live just the same
  Mr. Gonzales came into work one day
  He said that he was offered a job
  Thats when I met Mrs. Self-Absorbed no one
  Who took the job of my new boss
  I couldnt afford to live all by myself
  So I moved in with Sally and Ken
  They seemed real nice but after a while
  It seemed like my old life again
  Forty years later, I started a business
  Selling small trinkets to Spain
  I live in Manhattan, I own my apartment
  And I have a little queen named Lorraine
  I got a phone call last week
  Got invited to a funeral
  But I didnt remember who died
  It turns out that Marks son
  Had stolen a Mercedes
  And Mark had agreed what hed promised to do
  And he was the last man in my home town
  So the memory left Arrup with him
  And the street boy is practicing violin
  On his way to Carnegie Hall
  When a hobo says hi to you
  Time to go inside for you
  Thats when youll get my call
  Get my call