How many times has he waited there
Beneath the boughs of angel hair
Woollen coat pulled tight against the wind
That whipped and chafed his face
And left him not 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 tears
When he's alone and the sun is high
The 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...
And did you see him cry?
Did you ever watch him pace
And all the ways he tries to hide his face
Misplaced all 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
Did you ever watch him pace
And all the ways he tries to hide his face
Misplaced all in a world not like his own
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
