a man and his sweater (song)

he put's on his sweater,
claims he's never looked better,

than today.

and he slips on his shoes,
to go get the paper,

to read all the bad news

and his house is so lonely
nothings quite homey

except for the fire place

But that look on his face
is starting to fold
but that look on his face
is turning into something old

because none of these tears,
make up for these years.
no son, no daughter, no beautiful wife
He's lived through everyone else’s life
and this is how its should never go
where nobody
nobody knows
nobody knows
nobody knows
you at all

it's around four o' clock
there isn't any talk

going on at the dinner table

then the telephone rings
and the telemarketer sings

about fancy new things
he doesn’t need

But he doesn’t care
because there's somebody there
but he doesn’t care
because he's in such despair


because none of these tears,
make up for these years.
no son, no daughter,no beautiful wife
He's lived through everyone else’s life
and this is how its should never go
where nobody
nobody knows
nobody knows
nobody knows
you at all

The operator speaks
in words that are bleak

knowing the conversation is over

So he crawls into bed
because there’s no words to be said

anymore

The next days the same
he can't stand the man he became

and he puts on his sweater,
claims he's never looked more bitter,
than today.