In his worn eyes
I saw the grudge
For many years, in nothing he believed
And he never got out of the rain
Always with his newspaper
And the news melting the soul
Always mr. lonely
Used to say:
Nothing will get better
Maybe he just needed love
Or maybe less hate
He should get out of the rain
Maybe it would heal the pain
Protest against it all
And all would be better
If he
Wasn't alone
Used to say:
Nothing will get better
And today, i remember his eyes
Altought i don't remeber his face
Had the eyes of a three hundred years old
Eyes of loniness
Maybe he just needed peace
Or maybe less hate
He should get out of the rain
Just to heal his pain