On the Line

He wakes up worried
Something’s always wrong
H-e can’t remember
He goes o-n and on
O-n and on

He gets confused
Holds his head in his hands
Willful and afraid
But he’s st-ill a man
St-ill a man

~Chorus~
He’s al-one
Frail and thin
We listen but fail him
Out of t-ime
We’re running out of time
An old life on the line
Old life on the line

He lost most everyone
He ever loved
His mother, his father
His o-nly son
His o-nly son

He holds onto things
Stamps and coins
He h-olds onto no one
And hides his mail
Like a br-oken boy

~Chorus~

He believes in no one for too long
He needs attention, so many demands
So sentimental, a bitter man
A bitter m-an

~Chorus~
Old life on the line