Beneath the boughs of angel hair
 Woolen coat pulled tight against the wind
 That whipped and chaffed his face
 And left him that much more apart
 From his old dreams that new lovers
 Cannot own or hope to ever know
 What's behind an old man's lonely eyes

 When he's alone and the sun is high
 Children laugh and he'd like to hide
 Days like these seem to hang on
 For so long
 They seem to drag him down
 And leave him that much more apart
 And he wishes someone would invite him home
 To pass the time
 Or to maybe find some time
 Or maybe

 Did you see him cry

 Did you ever watch him pace
 And all the ways he tries to hide his face
 Misplaced in a world not like his own
 And did you ever stop to speak
 Or hear him try to tell about
 How she and he were lovers
 Just like you
 And they were just like you