Looks Like Chaplin

I feel awash
Close down the street
Yeah Chaplin walks
Be 9:15
And I hear them, hear them call his name
And I see him, see him turn away
They take him in
And clean him up
They take him in
And strip him down
They dry his skin
And feed him wine
And I hear them, hear them call his name
And I see him, see him turn away
Ask’s to use the phone
Yeah he lives alone, he lives alone
There’s no one, no one home to phone
He sits alone at home
He call his home his own
His wife is still unknown