Crazy Ray was gray and insane by twenty-five
In a paper bag he holds a bottle that holds his life
Got no need for love or money. Takes what he can find day by day
Though they dont know where he wants to go, people like to think he lost his way.

There but for the grace of God go I, kinder people say
Take some time, spare a dime for poor old Crazy Ray

Every day you see old Crazy Ray and walk on by
Got a smile on his face, a spring in his step, he's got a twinkle in his eye
Cold condescending eyes thinly veiled by gifts of pocket change
Does scorn hide deeper lies in lives so desperately arranged?

There but for the grace of God go I, kinder people say
Take some time, spare a dime for poor old Crazy Ray

Crazy Ray just smiles as you walk on by
Takes a swig and wonders how he can never catch your eye
Got no time, time is money. Try and pencil in more foolish dreams
In the corner of your mind do you find Ray's not as crazy as you seem?

There but for the grace of god go I, kinder people say
Take some time, spare a dime for poor old Crazy Ray