Beneath the dying palms

He's lying down upon the hot concrete

He thinks he'll end it all

The pavement's melting underneath his feet

And all alone the creature stands

All alone although with friends

The seething writhing kind

He never wanted it to be this way

You won't believe his mind

His hair is falling out and turning grey

So old the creature stands

So old his back it bends

His hands are getting cold

He finds it funny hiding from the sun

He's got a heart of gold

But he's a devil with that silver tongue

So small the creature stands

So small and yet a man

Can't feel his mother's eyes

They've nearly sunken into deep despair

Her garden grew so high

She had no choice but to just stay right there

So cracked the creature's hands

So cracked they never mend

He starts to fade away

He's talking quickly to get to the end

The band begins to play

But all he hears is how it could have been

I'm lost the creature cries

So lost though hard I try

I'm lost the creature cries

So lost