John takes a seat so he can wind his watch
Not working anymore but it s so good to touch
It s the only solid evidence of what he s done and seen
It helps him to remember his past life was not a dream
It used to tell the time when he was young
But time means nothing now
He has a clear view of the sun
John stopped me on the street today
He didn t have that much to say
I said I had to get to work but he begged me to stay
There was a look in his eyes I d never seen before
I couldn t walk away I knew I wouldn t see him anymore
He bummed a smoke looked off into space awhile
Then he looked into my eyes and unleashed a fleeting
Smile
Dennis it s so good to see you
You have no idea
Just how bad it s getting on the street
I try to hide away
But they find me every day
And I m so tired of the heat
Yesterday I heard the news
They sent me a letter
Said it was suicide
But I know better
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