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