I’ve seen him many nights
I’ve seen him walking through all the weather
I’ve seen him go almost to the end

He has seen the most deepest and darkest sides of town
He has passed me by many times
Yet he has never answered my concerned questions

I’ve seen him stop, and stay quiet
When hearing pain drawing him back
From where he started
But not being welcomed

Up ahead he saw the moon
Like a clock up in the sky

He couldn’t tell the time, wrong, from right
I’ve seen him many nights