Texty: Greg Holden. Alright Sir?.

I see a lonely soul staring into space
wishing he had a little more faith
and his eyes look angry
but his mind looks hurt
seems like he's got so much to learn
and his palms are hard when he shakes my hand
his voice starts to tremble as he fails to understand what i said to him

and are you alright sir? do you need a hand?
no i'm alright son, i just need a friend

and his hair is dirty and his clothes are torn
he's still got money but his priorities are all wrong
and his fingers are shaking, as he fumbles with his chain
maybe he's nervous or maybe he's afraid

and his palms are hard as he shakes my hand
his voice starts to tremble as he fails to understand, what i said to him

and are you alright sir? do you need a hand?
no i'm alright son, i just need a friend

and i feel his pain, in a sympathetic way
wishing i could help, wishing i could change his mind
and help him find what he's looking for

are you alright sir? do you need a hand?
no i'm alright son, i just need a friend

and are you alright sir? do you need a hand?
no i'm alright son, i just need a friend

and are you alright sir? do you need a hand?
no i'm alright son, i just need a friend