Day by day, every morning

To the same place he arrives

Same clothes, same old hat

A bottle in a paper bag



People going to work

Or to buy a newspaper

They never wonder why

Does he sit here



He used to have a life

All he has are memories

And people passing by



His name is known

That's all they want to know

Just looking to somewhere else

Thinking (about) problems of their own

Then one day the place was emptied

No bottle, no man or paperbag



Still something in there reminds of him

An abandoned ol wretched hat...



Something that has always

Been in there and gone

Almost everything's unchanged

Life is just the same



People go to work

Or to buy a newspaper

They just wonder why

Does he (usually) sit in there



He used to have ambitions

He use to have a life

All he has are memories

And people passing by