By the river there's a man
Who holds no future in his hands
And his past is washing by
Floating through this lullaby
No one needs to know his name
How he got here
Or from where he came
He's just a man looking on
Trying to find where he belongs
I asked him a question, who will I be
He just stared right through me
He holds his gaze with no man
Yesterday, upon the stair, I met this man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish he’d go away..
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