How many times has he waited there    Beneath the boughs of angel hair    Woolen coat pulled tight against the wind    That whipped and chaffed his face    And left him that 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 eyes       When he's alone and the sun is high    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       Did you see him cry       Did you ever watch him pace    And all the ways he tries to hide his face    Misplaced 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