| See him huddled in the shadows, sleepin' on his cardboard bed. |
| Usin' rags for a pillow, where he lays his unwashed head. |
| His blankets old newspapers, they’re not much good against the snow. |
| You see so many out there like him, when you walk the night patrol, |
| When you walk the night patrol. |
| Oh, you wonder where he came from, where he’s gonna go. |
| Was it a woman or a bottle that brought him down so low? |
| What’s happened to his family? Do they know he’s out here in the cold? |
| He’s just a nameless soldier, Marchin' on the night patrol, |
| Marchin' on the night patrol. |
| Like that girl there on the corner, she can’t be more than seventeen. |
| She’s run away from somewhere, takin' nothin' but her dreams |
| Now those dreams are lying shattered, as the street exacts its toll, |
| And she’s just another victim, lost out on the night patrol. |
| Oh, you can ask me why I’m out here, where do I fit into the scene. |
| Now I’m drawing unemployment got replaced by a machine. |
| And I’m tortured by my bad habits, sometimes I lose the struggle to control. |
| And the street has its attractions, when you walk the night patrol, |
| When you walk the night patrol. |