The Man

[Verse 1] Hands in his coat Collar up Wind in his throat Shopfronts flicker past his face He reads his life in the glass Empty bus stop Cold bench Last drop of coffee gone He stares down a cracked old phone No one calling him home He’s just a silhouette in the night All that quiet sorrow Walking like he’s tracing a line Through every lost tomorrow Street after street He fades from sight But he’s still here Holding tight A silhouette in the night Trying not to disappear [Verse 2] Stray dog asleep Underneath a rusted metal sign He slows down his heavy feet Whispers “Guess it’s you and me tonight” (mm) Rain starts to fall Tiny needles in the yellow glow He laughs once Then not at all Letting old regrets unfold He’s just a silhouette in the night All that quiet sorrow Walking like he’s tracing a line Through every lost tomorrow Street after street He fades from sight But he’s still here Holding tight A silhouette in the night Trying not to disappear