(B. Wallace - B. Cummings)      What will become of the watcher      Whatever will happen to his soul   What will become of the watcher   When the band packs up   When the lights go out   When the band packs up and goes home      Left him sitting at his table   He could no longer raise his cane   All the people missed his message   When the band packed up   When the lights went out   When the band packed up and went home      His only friends lay in the ashtray   Each night he'd call them out by name   Before him always sat the same glass   And the townfolk thought him quite insane      What will become of the watcher   Will no one dig a grave for his soul   Whatever will become of the watcher   When the lights go out   When the lights go out   When the band packs up and goes home