I met an old man walking down the road,
On the home straight, straight to home.
Gone for years, way too long to a place he does not belong.
He forgot the heart beats under the uniform,
He forgot the heart ticks like a time bomb.
Against the wind, about to be blown, like a speck of dust stuck in the storm.
And the cyclones are breaking his bones,
But he doesn’t care how much it’s gonna cost.
An arm and a leg, or maybe more. It does not matter anymore.
Hopes and faith become a heavy load,
I’m afraid he falls short of his goal.
It’s like watching Game of Thrones: not sure he’ll be on the next episode.

How many countries did he cross?
How many worlds? How many time zones?
How many times did he almost give up on hopes, give up the ghost?
Looking for the love he lost, he doesn’t really have the choice:
No backup plans and the main one is full of holes.
Ripped pants, torn coat, cold like never before.
Haunted to the core, no bandage can cover this open sore.
Animal corpse on the side of the road, it can make the boldest man’s blood run cold.
The way is paved but trapped like a no-man’s land.
No turning back, stuck in quicksand.
You know life is time and time is gold: the old man has never been that poor.
Carry on. Carry on. Smash the heaven’s door.

He’s not lonely, he’s just alone.
On the home straight, straight to home.

Falling like a teardrop, he prays for the storm to stop,
Feels a pain in the chest like he just been shot.
Stumbles, chokes, collapses on the blacktop,
Digs a little deeper right after rock bottom.
Loneliness can kill the most courageous man’s tenacious soul,
Little by little, like a flower slowly frozen by the frost.
All alone, on his own, call 911 but no one answer the phone.
Lying the cold ground, the old man is running out of time.
I still don’t know why I was around, I took the old man in my arms.
And whispered quietly: ‘Everything’s gonna be alright’.
I still don’t know why I was around, I looked the old man in the eye
And swore on my life: ‘’Everything’s gonna be alright”.

He’s not lonely, he’s just alone.
On the home straight, straight to home.