A friend and I watched a passerby
A friendly man with a grey bow tie
He tipped his hat with a feather intact
Gave us a wave while the clouds went black
No coat in the rain he was washed away
Not a bird to sound, no one was around
Just my friend and I sitting side by side
On a bench there it laid, his grey bow tie
Shot up from the bench we were suddenly drenched
I took his tie, to yell for him I tried
Out our voices drowned from the thunder's sound
From us warmth it took, like maple leaves we shook
Down a couple yards, a shape like business cards
Appeared the old man's face, birth and death date
Dry from head to toe, we stood below
A clear summer's sky holding a grey bow tie
