Somebody's Child

Somebody's Child
Words and music by Judith Owen

There's a girl on the street
In a trash bag dress
There's a baby in her belly
And milk in her breast
And I'm crossing the street
'Cause she's acting real wild
But she used to be me
And she's somebody's child

Spare a little thought for the down and out
'Cause it's true
If the tables were turned
If the deal was different
It might be you...

Look at that man
He lives in his car
'Cause a run of bad luck
Went and pushed him too far
And the woman
Who lives in a box out the back
When she started out
Did her dreams include that?

Spare a little thought for the down and out
'Cause it's true
If the tables were turned
And the deal was different
It might be you...

So leave them on the streets
If their families don't care
We've got crow's feet to fill
We've got no cash to spare
The food lines are endless
The shelters are full and
Such are the things
They don't teach you in school

So give a little thought for the down and out
'Cause it's true
If the tables were turned
The deal was different
It might be you...

There's a girl on the street
In a trash bag dress
There's a baby in her belly
And milk in her breast
And I'm crossing the street
'Cause she's acting so wild
But she used to be me
And she's somebody's