change my name and change my clothes
stand in the light of forgotten windows
out of reach down the corridors
the hidden man

the hum of a forest and a lost perfume
the streets of a rainy afternoon
eyes like a tide of liquid blue
we talk about things I almost knew
the hidden man

just walk ahead in the winter haze
smoke a cigarette as the light decays
"the child is father to the man" he says-
silhouette glows in the sunsets blaze
the hidden man