On The Line

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