Saw her walking down Sunset Boulevard pushin' her sleepin' hungry kids in a grocery cart put a band-aid on it with my five dollars but those kids are growin' up so hard but I fight to keep the passion but I can feel myself growin' numb I guess you call it self-protection lookin' out for #1 there's an old man with alzheimer's he's got a hard time acceptin' it so he goes out on these long walks and he falls down in the middle of the street and he just lays there, and no one helps him and I fight to keep the passion but I can feel myself growin' numb I guess they call it self-protection lookin' out for #1 five years later I think back to that night on sunset blvd. even drove past the place where i saw that woman her kids must be going to school now, or somewhere causin' trouble but what do I care? what can I do about it, anyway? but I fight to keep the passion but I can feel myself growin' numb I guess you call it self-protection lookin' out for #1 lookin' out for #1 lookin' out for #1 It's killing me It's killing me It's killing me