Look at this man, tossing in coins Looking at lights, all flicker and bright
Look at this child, handful of books Waiting to go, oh waiting so long
Again the night is long for days And he stays and stays and stays
But when he finally moves away The sky is grey, the sky is grey, the sky is grey
As time goes on, the stakes getting high But he can't stop, or so is his mind
Clouds floating fast, days passing by Turning the lights, with time of his eyes
Again the night is long for days And he stays and stays and stays
But when he finally moves away The sky is grey, the sky is grey, the sky is grey
As I wake up, facing the world It's on my mind, whether he tried
So let's be kind and hope he's alright And that his child finds colours in time