كلمات Boxes

They sleep in boxes, they live in shopping carts Nicotine faces with 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 buried dream, a secret thought For most of us it's all we've got Everybody needs someone They've got the motorcars, they've got the penthouse suites 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