How many times has he waited there

Beneath the boughs of angel hair

Woolen coat pulled tight against the wind

That whipped and chaffed his face

And left him that much more apart

From his old dreams that new lovers

Cannot own or hope to ever know

What's behind an old man's lonely eyes



When he's alone and the sun is high

Children laugh and he'd like to hide

Days like these seem to hang on

For so long

They seem to drag him down

And leave him that much more apart

And he wishes someone would invite him home

To pass the time

Or to maybe find some time

Or maybe



Did you see him cry



Did you ever watch him pace

And all the ways he tries to hide his face

Misplaced in a world not like his own

And did you ever stop to speak

Or hear him try to tell about

How she and he were lovers

Just like you

And they were just like you