John takes a seat so he can wind his watch not working
Anymore but it's so good to
Touch it's the only solid
Evidence of what he's done
And seen it helps him to remember his past life was
Not a dream it used to tell
The time when he was young
But time means nothing now he
Has a clear view of the sun
John stopped me on the street
Today he didn't have that much to say i said i had to
Get to work but he begged me
To stay there was a look in
His eyes i'd never seen
Before i couldn't walk away i
Knew i wouldn't see him
Anymore he bummed a smoke
Looked off into space awhile
Then he looked into my eyes and unleashed a fleeting
Smile dennis it's so good to
See you you have no idea just
How bad it's getting on the
Street i try to hide away but
They find me every day and
I'm so tired of the heat
Yesterday i heard the news
They sent me a letter said it
Was suicide but i know better
