I feel the wash close down the street yet chaplin walks feet nine fifteen
and i hear them call his name and i see him turn away they take him in
and clean him up they take him in and strip him down dry his skin and feed him wine
and i hear them call his name and i see him turn away asks to use the phone yet he
lives alone he lives alone there's no one home to phone sits alone home alone calls
his hone his own wife is still unknown