Mr. Grogan - Colin Hay

Mr. Grogan he locks up for the evening and he

He buttons up his coat

Outside the temperature is thirteen below freezing so he

He makes a mental note

Tonight he’ll walk home as he’s grown soft in the middle

And his life is not what he had hoped

His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway and she

She loves him just the same

Mr. Grogan walks through fresh and fallen snow as he slows

And waves the streetcar on

Sometimes his tidy mind it wanders and remembers

And all he once knew is all gone

His slip is silent as he falls and hits the sidewalk

And leaves a small stain in the snow

His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway

And she cries until she wakes the neighbor Joe

Mr. Grogan he was taken to emergency and

He stayed there for a week

He answered questions from his many concerned customers

Who told him to rest and get some sleep

Mr. Grogan turned the lights on in his workshop and

Checked the black and blue upon his face

He touched the photographs that stood upon the mantel

And everything was in its place

Mr. Grogan he locks up for the evening and he

He buttons up his coat

Outside the temperature is thirteen below freezing so he

He makes a mental note

No more walking in the snow after midnight

Or even walking in the rain

His Labradoodle waits and paces down the hallway and she

She loves him just the same