John takes a seat so he can wind his watch    Not working anymore but it's so good to touch      It's the only solid evidence of what he's done and seen    It helps him to remember his past life was not a dream    It used to tell the time when he was young   but time means nothing now    he has a clear view of the sun      John stopped me on the street today    he didn't have that much to say   I said I had to get to work but he begged me to stay      There was a look in his eyes I'd never seen before   I couldn't walk away I knew I wouldn't see him anymore    He bummed a smoke looked off into space awhile    then he looked into my eyes and unleashed a fleeting   smile      Dennis it's so good to see you   you have no idea   just how bad it's getting on the street    I try to hide away   but they find me every day   And I'm so tired of the heat      Yesterday I heard the news   they sent me a letter   said it was suicide    but I know better