John

John takes a seat so he can wind his watch
Not workin' any more, 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
Used to tell the time when he was young
But time means nothin' 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 any more
Bummed a smoke, looked off in space a while
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 fuckin' tired of the heat
Yeah, I’m so fuckin' tired of the heat"
Yesterday I heard the news
They sent me a letter
Said it was suicide
But, yesterday I heard the news
They sent me a letter
Said it was suicide
But I know better
Said it was suicide
But I know better