There he sits  Drawing images on the causeway  With small bits of chalk  He sketches all the lost days  And the rain keeps coming down  Wipes them from the ground  And the rain keeps coming down  Watching his life drown  Dashing past  The people circle around him  With a laugh  A bottle must have drowned him  And the rain keeps coming down  Wipes them from the ground  And the rain keeps coming down  Change his smiles to frowns  None remain  Not the friends or possessions  Who's to blame  With all those good intentions  One picture did remain  A face that had his name  A body lies, no pain  Under blankets of warm rain