I'm looking down through the isles of hopelessness
They're crying out to me
I see the pain there's no place for my car to go
It won't let me park
What can I do to change what I see
This vicious cycle must come to an end

[CHORUS:]
Can't you see, we're pushing the carts on the pavement
We're leaving them every where
And how it irks me to see how we're stopping and pushing the ones that are placed in our way
To see them blocking
Looks like they've been left by a knucklehead

Where have the days gone that a cart was gathered
Corral them together

We wonder why their customers struggle to get by
There's no one to help what can I do to change what I see
This vicious cycle must come to an end