John takes a seat so he can wind his watch
  Not working anymore but it's so good to touch
    It's the only solid evidence of what he's done and seen
  It helps him to remember his past life was not a dream
  It used to tell the time when he was young
  But time means nothing now
  He has a clear view of the sun
    John stopped me on the street today
  He didn't have that much to say
  I said I had to get to work but he begged me to stay
    There was a look in his eyes I'd never seen before
  I couldn't walk away I knew I wouldn't see him anymore
  He bummed a smoke looked off into space awhile
  Then he looked into my eyes and unleashed a fleeting
  Smile
    Dennis it's so good to see you
  You have no idea
  Just how bad it's getting on the street
  I try to hide away
  But they find me every day
  And I'm so tired of the heat
    Yesterday I heard the news
  They sent me a letter
  Said it was suicide
  But I know better