A blonde-haired child lay fast asleep
Beneath the bridge off Utah Street
Momma's up front, he's in the back
Of a rusted out broken-down Pontiac

Remembering a time not long ago
They didn't have to worry about the bitter cold
Wrapped up and worn in a house of stone
On a Southern farm in a place called home

Papa made a living in the Georgia clay
When the boy turned four, Dad passed away
Momma tried hard to make ends meet
But the weight of the world dealt a tough defeat
Which is why they sleep off Utah Street

Love is a blanket
Love is a meal
Helping hands reaching
Where no one else will
Love is for free
You gotta give love away
Saying I love you
In a tangible way
Living love from your heart
Watching joy replace fear
Trading someone love for tears
She wanders around in her castoff shoes
Sleeps on a bed of unbearable news
Politely smiles if you offer a dime
But she'll tell you her dreams if you have the time

On her way to the top of a wishing well
Took a turn for the worst and silently fell
She hangs her head and softly sighs
Tries to hide her cloudy eyes
Feeling a bit more dead than alive

Love is a blanket
Love is a meal
Helping hands reaching
Where no one else will
Love is for free
You gotta give love away
Saying I love you
In a tangible way
Living love from your heart
Watching joy replace fear
Trading someone love for tears

Does charity come and go
Colder than the driven snow
Will anybody have love to show
Love is a blanket
Love is a meal
Helping hands reaching
Where no one else will
Love is for free
You gotta give love away
Saying I love you
In a tangible way
Living love from your heart
Watching joy replace fear
Trading someone love for tears

Love is a blanket
Love is a meal
Helping hands reaching
Where no one else will
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love is for free
You gotta give love away
Saying I love you
(You gotta give it away)
In a tangible way
Living love from your heart
(Oh, you gotta live it)
Watching joy replace fear
Trading someone love for tears...