I feel the wash
close down the street yet chaplin walks feet nine fifteen
and I hear them
call his name and I see him turn away they take him in
and clean him
up they take him in and strip him down dry his skin and feed him wine
and I hear them
call his name and I see him turn away asks to use the pone yet he
lives alone he
lives alone there's no one home to phone sits alone home alone calls
his home his own
his wife is still unknown