Looks Like Chaplin

I feel the wash close down the street

Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen

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

Let's take him down

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

Asks to use the phone

Yet he lives alone

He lives alone

There's no one, no one home to phone

Sits alone at home

He calls his home his own

His wife is still unknown