1985 A poor man trying to survive He always made it through Trying to live an honest life Working on minimum wage A little too grown up for his age Sixteen and working hard Newsboy on the Boulevard He'd see the rich and famous Never envied anyone Behind their false joys He saw that they had none He was looking out of place Held a smile on his face Some looked down, asked him why He'd look up and reply I keep moving forward When they try to rob me blind Why waste a second when we're All running out of time I know, yes I know I'm not a great man But what you call "great" isn't part of my plan I'll accept, and I'll deal with The work and the strife 'cuz I guess that's Just my slice of life 1986 Still had a lot to fix They shut his water off He said "I don't mind this" It could be so much worse Than living the obverse He knew he had a home No matter how much it hurts He'd see the rich and famous They'd all just pass him by That could have been his dream But he knew it's a lie He found his joy in sharing The happiness he knew They'd all ask him about it He'd tell them what he'd do Not a regret to admit It's everything he wanted He tried follow through And his dreams followed too He took a look back one day At the newsboy on Broadway He was the same man inside He had just come a long way He told me all this so I Could tell them all someday why It's not the days that you live, it's not the day that you die It's the difference that you make in your slice of life