Sweet Jimmy Robinson

I read an article by Wright Thompson featured by a  ESPN story on Muhammad Ali. (the link : https://www.espn.com/espn/eticket/story … ected=true )Jimmy Robinson was the first fighter Muhammad Ali fought......   Wright Thompson conducted  a search to get his autograph....... leading the searcher into the lives of the homeless in Overton (near Miami)  As I read it - my focus shifted (as I believe Wright's did as well) from the story of Jimmy Robinson to the lives of the people that surrounded him . It was fascinating and so sad. I took a lot  of the descriptions that Wright used and turned them into this song.   Gives a glimpse into some desperate lives !   Here is the link : https://on.soundcloud.com/MluOa6lVVWzxLJJtiD
Verse 1

Down in Overtown where the shadows sleep
Like broken-wing pigeons searching the ground
Worn-out people drift through the heat
For a little shade when the sun beats down

Checking every cigarette butt they find
The addicts and the sick all huddled near
For one more smoke, one more way to kill time
The world keeps moving like they ain't even here

Chorus
They're waiting on the breeze
Just waiting on the breeze
Tomorrow's just another day
Of trying not to leave
A cardboard bed, a shopping cart
A pocket full of dreams deceased
In a world where no one knows your name
seems they're just waiting, on the breeze

Verse 2
No trace of  Sweet Jimmy Robinson's trail
every road followed seemed to disappear
he stood with Clay before the Ali fame 
Into stories nobody cared  to hear

Pool halls that once knew every name
Now boarded up like forgotten dreams
Jimmy's shadow's all that's left behind
Where the past comes apart at the seams

Chorus
They're waiting on the breeze
Just waiting on the breeze
Tomorrow's just another day
Of trying not to leave
A cardboard bed, a shopping cart
A pocket full of dreams, now deceased
In a world where no one knows your name
just broken lives, waiting on the breeze

Bridge

Some die alone with nothing in their hands
No one left to call out their name
Some simply close their eyes one day
‘cause it’s easier to die, than live with the pain
mmmmmmmmmmm…… it’s sad
The past is buried underneath the streets
even Sweet Jimmy’s gone, like he never breathed
Verse 3
A pile of trash in a darkened room
A welcome mat beside the wall
A single shoe sitting on top like a tomb
For people the world forgot to call

What was it we were searching for?
Was it just the fighter everybody knew?
Or proving that a life was really there
Before it vanished from our view?

Outro

People with stories nobody reads
Faces fading piece by piece
They're waiting on the breeze
Just waiting on the breeze

And all they really leave behind
are names carved in fading memories
mmmmmmmmmmm………
their dust gathered all through the streets
ooooooooooohhhhh…..Sweet Jimmy,
where did you disappear too ?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…….
Are you still waiting on the breeze
…………waiting on the breeze
In a world where it seems no one exists,
…………….. people  are waiting on the breeze
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………….
Sweet Jimmy’s gone on the breeze 
Sweet Jimmy’s gone on the breeze