He's got a broken voice and a twisted Guess he's been that way for quite awhile, Got blood on his shoes mud on his brim, Did he it to himself or was it done to him?
People think he don't look well, But he needs from what I can tell, Is someone to help wash all the paint, From his purple hands before gets too late.
I saw him stand alone ... under a broke street light, So sincere ... singing night, But the trees were full ... and grass was green, It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.
may move slow, But that don't mean he's going nowhere, may be moving slow, But that don't mean he's going nowhere.