How many times has he waited there Beneath the boughs of angel hair Woollen coat pulled tight against the wind That whipped and chafed his face And left him not much more Apart from his old dreams That new lovers cannot own Or hope to ever know What's behind an old man's lonely tears When he's alone and the sun is high The children laugh and he'd like to hide Days like these seem to hang on for so long They seem to drag him down And leave him that much more apart And he wishes someone would invite him home To pass the time or to maybe find some time Or maybe... And did you see him cry? Did you ever watch him pace And all the ways he tries to hide his face Misplaced all in a world not like his own And did you ever stop to speak Or hear him try to tell about How she and he were lovers just like you And they were just like you Did you ever watch him pace And all the ways he tries to hide his face Misplaced all in a world not like his own Did you ever stop to speak Or hear him try to tell about How she and he were lovers just like you And they were just like you