Hey There Mr. Sir

Hey there Mr. Sir, I'm your neighbor*
Down the street on Carr Avenue
I see you in your porch swing everyday
The same old plaid and a cup of coffee
To pass the time away
Like a pyramid that stands
In the drifting desert sands

Hey there Mr. down on Carr Avenue
I want to love you but I barely know you
I've heard it said there are no strangers only friends
Who've yet to meet

Excuse me Mr. Sir, can I bother you
I see in your eyes that you're losing the fight
And there's nothing that you can do
Like soldiers on a battlefield in WWII
Like man's transgressions and the Great Depression
And the way they sing the blues
Is there something I can do?
To ease the pain you're going through now