I remember the day we went downtown
Spent all the cash we had and laid around
In Lincoln Park right on the ground
Succumbing to all the sights and sounds
We only had the shirts on our backs still
And the jackets we just bought from Goodwill
There was a homeless dude- what was his deal?
He insisted David Blaine's magic was real
It wasn't then and it's not now, anyway
But I've got no other word to describe that day