From the Stars

I saw a friend that I once knew at a funeral He took the time out to be seen His eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watch That he'd been given by a magazine He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again As he sat inches from the wife of the deceased He catches raindrops from his window It reminds him how we fall From the stars, back to our cities Where we've never felt so small Raindrops from his window Making puddles in his hands He sees how quick the water's rising As another raindrop lands He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotel Passing through the city streets where he was born He said, "Driver, what's happened to these buildings? They all look rundown and so forlorn" He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthouse Put the "Do not disturb" on his door When the maid came in the morning She found him shivering on the bedroom floor He catches raindrops from his window It reminds him how we fall From the stars back to our cities Where we've never felt so small Raindrops from his window Making puddles in his hands He sees how quick the water's rising As another raindrop lands He catches raindrops from his window It reminds him how we fall From the stars back to our cities Where we've never felt so small Raindrops from his window Making puddles in his hands He sees how quick the water's rising As another raindrop lands