He wore dark clothes in a peculiar grunge way
Tired face like he wore the weight of the world
Silver long hair, stuck in eternal youth
Sad eyes as if his love had just gone away.
Always came out of nowhere,
Just arriving from somewhere,
Being busy or so he said.
He was an unexpected sort of gourmet
Stories ‘bout recordings in which he took part
Nobody knew his address, although many took him home
But his kind smile dismantled the whole set.
Always came out of nowhere,
Just arriving from somewhere,
Being busy or so he said.
He always came out of nowhere,
Just arriving from somewhere…