I feel the wash close down the street.
Yet Chaplin walks feet 09:15
CHORUS
And I hear them, hear them call his name.
And I see them, see them turn away.
They take him in, and clean him up.
They take him in, and strip him down
They dry his skin, and feed him wine.
REPEAT CHORUS
Asks to use the phone.
Yeah lives alone,
He lives alone No No-one,
No-one home to phone.
Sits, alone at home
He calls his home his own.
His wife is still unknown
