It's holiday A modern day A day to change your life Make it new and bright But bitterness abounds By people all around They bring him down like the rain Tie him down, ball and chain
Hard time on the rail road line Like a waste case that's out of place Hear the church bell chime In the middle of your mind It's a broken toy That he's cherished all his life And built his shrine with the help of Father Time
It's a winding road A heavy load A home away from home A place to roam It's a fractured brain of consequences A host, another vow It's a different point of view When the old man points and shows him what to do