Pine Box Street

This folk-pop song critiques the widespread indifference of society and its leaders toward the suffering of the homeless and that tangible action rather than hollow words are needed. - V1 Morning spills on the curb Like rain in a cracked tin cup He folds his coat by the store And still they step right up She counts coins in her palm For a bed that won't stay still A paper cup, a shaking hand A name that no one will - Pre-Chorus They look away Then hurry on Same old prayer Same old song - Chorus It ain't my issue That's what they say It ain't my issue Then they walk away Pine box street Don't look back Pine box street Call it what you lack - V2 The man by the bus stop shakes Like he's fighting off the night A Bible tucked in his coat A bottle out of sight Pastors in pressed white shirts Politicians with clean shoes They pass that broken line of hearts Like they have no truth to lose - Pre-Chorus They look away Then hurry on Same old prayer Same old song - Chorus It ain't my issue That's what they say It ain't my issue Then they walk away Pine box street Don't look back Pine box street Call it what you lack - Bridge If love is real It lives in view On the sidewalk Next to you Not in words Not in vows It's in the hand That reaches now - Chorus It ain't my issue That's what they say It ain't my issue Then they walk away Pine box street Don't look back Pine box street Call it what you lack Copyright © 2026 Andrew Reitmaier