Below the mighty cliff

where the lovers use to hide

they found a skeleton on the beach

the day the loner died

it just lay there with broken bones

in the rays of the sunset's light



well, the loner was some kinda relict

from another century

the sidewalk angels gave him a smile

when he helped the lost for free

he always wore a long black coat

and some real old working shoes

some years ago he had been a teacher

'til the stormflood made the news



the day of the loner

the day of the loner

the day of the loner

the day of the loner  



he lost his wife and kid

and - for sure - the will to live

he turned to heavy drinkin'

and then he jumped off that mighty cliff

it must have been a miracle

he didn't die or even got hurt

and the next day he went down to the dark part of town

- a crusader against the dirt



the day of the loner.....



the cops, they never caught him

and they left with a smile on the face

and the years rode away but the loner stayed

until someday he lost the race

but as the smoke cleared just a long black coat

but no body was ever found

and somewhere nowhere a teacher met

his family on heavenly ground



the day of the loner.....