he wakes up worried something s always wrong he can t remember he goes on and on on and on he gets confused holds his head in his hands willful and afraid but he s still a man still a man he s alone frail and thin we listen but fail him out of time we re running out of time and old life on the line old life on the line he lost most everyone he ever loved his mother his father his only son his only son he holds onto things stamps and coins he holds onto no one and hides his mail like a broken boy he believes in no one for too long he needs attention so many demands so sentimental a bitter man a bitter man