Everywhere A Sign

Alone without work, I have grown accustom to feeling this way
Jobs are wishes without birthday cake, prayers with no daily bread.
So I wrote me a sign, walked to the side of the highway
I thought maybe I could wash some windows to get fed
As the eyes in every passing car looked to read what my sign said
I'm sure that each one thought I was a beggar wanting money
But their looks said none of them was expecting what they read
Will work for love was too serious, it wasn't meant to be funny
Will work for love was the one thing I thought could never be misread  
A rich man shouted out the window, you might as well go work for free
His empty eyes were as blank as the life that made him dead
And when I looked in his closed windows, was then I saw his poverty
I wonder how he could drive so far being too blind to see
He road past too fast to see he drove too far down to rise above
The depth where all are left to wonder if anyone will work for love