Lunatic

Move on

And shuffle off

Winter's gift is a burning cough

Once a stranger

Always a friend

To the cold and the odd stare

And the danger

Should he ever open his mouth

And so he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Some day he thinks he may fool everyone

And they'll give and let him live in the bright hot sun

And so he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Doorways and hope keep him warm

Strangely calm before the storm

Quite sure that he will be free

To speak of voices he can't quite see

They tell him more than he'd ever wished to know

And so he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

And when the bugle sound

Knocks the mountains down

His work will be done

Whispers in his ear he keeps him clear

For the angels when they come

So he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Till he assumes his place

Then he'll see the face of God, of God

The ruthless King of Kings

Who keeps telling him things

That still seem odd

So he bides his time

Yes, he bides his time

Move on