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