Oh the neon lights were flashin'
And the icy wind did blow
The water seeped into his shoes
And the drizzle turned to snow
And the wine was runnin' low
And the old man came home
His tears fell on the sidewalk
As he stumbled in the street
A dozen faces stopped to stare
But no one stopped to speak
For his castle was a hallway
And the bottle was his friend
And the old man stumbled in
She touched his grizzled fingers
And she called him by his name
And then he heard the joy
Of children at their games
In an old house on a hillside
Where the river runs down
With a mighty roar the big jets soar
And the con men con but life goes on
For the city never sleeps
And to an old forgotten soldier
The dawn will come no more
For the old man has come home
