Prodigal: "Boxes"

This was a great song by a great 80s band called Prodigal.

They sleep in boxes
They live in shopping carts
They've got dirty faces
And runny eyes, and lonely hearts

They hide in overcoats
Behind the subway stairs
Chameleon door stoops
We never even saw them there

And everybody needs somebody
Someone to love, someone to share
A merry dream, a secret thought
For most of us it's all we've got, it's all we've got
Everybody needs someone

They've got the motorcars
They've got the penthouse suits
Live near Rodeo Drive
And sleep in beds as wide as streets

They've got the blue blood
They've got the right stuff
They've got it all
But still in all, it's not quite enough

Cause everybody needs somebody
Someone to love, someone to share
A sacred dream, a secret thought
For most of us it's all we've got
Everybody needs someone
Everybody needs someone