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 fucking tired of the heat

Yeah, I'm so fucking tired of the heat

Yesterday I heard the news

They sent me a letter

Said it was suicide

But, yesterday I heard the news

They sent me a letter

Said it was suicide

But I know better

Said it was suicide

But I know better