Lonely Man At The Crosswalk

Same old stool

Same chipped glass

Bartender knows

Not to ask

TV talks

Mouths move fast

All these lives

Just rush past

Nobody cares about the lonely man

Sipping his shake in a paper cup

Counting the tips on a shaking hand

Laughing it off when the sun comes up (oh-oh)

Nobody cares about the lonely man

So I clap my own two hands on two and four

Sing my name like a marching band

Till the empty room comes back for more

Phone face down

Screen stays black

Jukebox spins

I spin back

Cheap cologne

Creased old shoes

Dance with ghosts

To yesterday’s news

Nobody cares about the lonely man

Sipping his shake in a paper cup

Counting the tips on a shaking hand

Laughing it off when the sun comes up (hey!)

Nobody cares about the lonely man

So I clap my own two hands on two and four

Sing my name like a marching band

Till the empty room comes back for more

Maybe they’re all

Just lonely too

Hiding their hearts

In something new

So if you’re lost

Come take this seat

We’ll fake a crowd

On this empty street (yeah)

Nobody cares about the lonely man

Sipping his shake in a paper cup

Counting the tips on a shaking hand

Laughing it off when the sun comes up

Nobody cares about the lonely man

But we’ll clap our tired hands on two and four

Turn our names to a roaring band

Till the whole wide world walks through that door