The Lonely Man at the Street's End

Living at the bottom of the street. There's a man who doesn't eat,

never sleeps, never gets out. Doesn't speak to anybody, hasn't got a

job. No doctor, no friends, no car, can't go far.

Saw him in the garden last spring. He looked thin, didn't wear a

shirt. He looked hurt, had a scar. Drinking from a jar.

Living at the bottom of the street. There's a man who doesn't eat,

never sleeps, never gets out. A lonely, lonely man. A lonely,

lonely man. Wish he had a plan. A lonely,