Tom Pacheco
ALL THEY GOT IS LOVE



He lost his job they lost their home 
The bank took everything that they owned 
They hitchiked out to the great unknown 
Blowin' like rags in the twilight zone

Jesse and Kay from Monteray 
Never thought life could turn this way 
Livin' like vagabonds day to day 
In the wealthiest city in the U.S.A.

Up and down the boulevards they walk 
Sleepin' in the cold in a cardboard box 
Holding each other in the blowing rain 
All they got is love to keep them sane 
All they got is love to keep them sane

At a fast food fried chicken joint they stop 
And sit at the formica table top 
With the money they got from the grocery shop 
Selling empty bottles of soda pop

She looks through the glass at the street outside 
And thinks of the day she was a bride 
And the home they kept with so much pride 
Gone like a sandcastle at high tide

He buttons her coat and takes her hand 
Out through the concrete shadow land 
She throws it in, he understands 
Her St. Jude medal in a garbage can