Looks Like Chaplin

I feel awash

Close down the street

Yeah Chaplin walks

Be 9:15

And I hear them, hear them call his name

And I see him, see him turn away

They take him in

And clean him up

They take him in

And strip him down

They dry his skin

And feed him wine

And I hear them, hear them call his name

And I see him, see him turn away

Ask's to use the phone

Yeah he lives alone, he lives alone

There's no one, no one home to phone

He sits alone at home

He call his home his own

His wife is still unknown