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This old man has nothing but four walls, and his favorite armchair
The flowers around him died long ago and so he sits and thinks about his life

The roof is falling down around him, he's gotta get out
To some place he won't be alone
His children haven't seen him in years and that's too long
He's got to come back home

What can't be seen by him is the outside and no one that wishes him harm
He only stares at a picture of the one that used to warm his heart

The roof is falling down around him, he's gotta get out
To some place he won't be alone
The family hasn't seen him in years and that's too long
He's got to come back home

There are no bullets flying
There is no one that hates him
He only fears what he can't experience without a hand to hold
There is no big indifference
His friends, they all miss him
Everyone calls him all the time, but the phone has been unplugged