He has learned how to land on his feet Sleeping in stars on a busy street He is found on the ground in the cold Wrinkled and scarred, wizened and old
Come on and catch him if you can Because he'll be leaving and he won't come again Come out and see him while the offer stands It's slipping through your hands
A single rose grows from the concrete He is the soul longing for home And home is a secret that he can't repeat So he has learned how to land on his feet
And I wonder at your idle tears and laughter You know not for you think you're truly free And I wonder in sad shame as the head turns Oh, it's slipping through to me
Come on and catch him if you can Because he'll be leaving and he won't come again Come out and see him while the offer stands It's slipping through your hands