The Lucksmiths - Scottsdale Lyrics
I walk right past his window when the light is growing dimHe looks away from me and as I glance in at himHe owns one bed, one bookcase and the televisionHe sits and watches and I’m glad I’m not there with himThere was a time when he was youngThere was a time when he had no time to regret what he’d doneThere are six men on the ground floorThree stories up and there are sixteen moreAnd the stories they tell you think you’ve heard beforeBut listen closely, to be sureThere was a time when they were youngThere was a time when they had no time to regret what they’d doneI see him on the street in the coldHe nods as if to greet me, I feel too young, and he too oldHe is a nameless face to meThis is his hiding place I seeHe talks to himself, I can see his breathSixteen rooms, sixteen men off the methThere was a time when they were youngThere was a time when they had no time to regret what they’d done