he's holding on defiantly 'cause he won't give up his decency
 not sucked in by evil nonsense
 not weighted by a guilty conscience
 the quiet man leads a quiet life hoping for the day he sees the light
 his reticence was heaven sent and everywhere he turned
 he saw the ways of the world and they were hell bent
 he kept his virtue to himself
 peace of mind is a fleeting thing
 and he's not sure when he comes across it
 pe ace of mind is a fleeting thing
 at least sometimes he can enjoy it, that's more than they can say
 'cause they don't change their evil ways more than they can say
 'cause they're trapped in the storm they created
 the quiet man could say he's seen so many lives decay
 but he chose to never spread his word
 so when he's gone his virtue fades away