Scottsdale - The Lucksmiths
I walk right past his window
When the light is growing dim
He looks away from me and
As I glance in at him
He owns one bed
One bookcase and the television
He sits and watches and
I'm glad I'm not there with him
There was a time
When he was young
There was a time when
He had no time to regret what he'd done
There are six men on the ground floor
Three stories up and
There are sixteen more
And the stories they tell
You think you've heard before
But listen closely to be sure
There was a time
When they were young
There was a time when
They had no time to regret
What they'd done
I see him on the street in the cold
He nods as if to greet me
I feel too young and he too old
He is a nameless face to me
This is his hiding place I see
He talks to himself
I can see his breath
Sixteen rooms
Sixteen men off the meth
There was a time when
They were young
There was a time when
They had no time to regret
What they'd done
