Из альбома: Triumph of Hope
Sleeping in your backyard
I'm the comeback kid you hired
And I will play for you this rare old jukebox tune
That I knew well
And it goes as follows
And it's all so special
Look what the day brought 'round
Drunkards, vagabonds, and clowns
He gave his all, there's nothing left
King of Sound would get some rest
And now there's room for happiness here
And he laughs beneath his crooked crown
Wears it well on his furrowed brow
And he won't ask for nothing now
That's what the people say
And he laughs beneath his crooked crown
Wears it well on his furrowed brow
And he won't ask for nothing now
Saw the lines upon his face
The journey of his life was traced
And he won't come back to this place
That's what the people say
Saw the lines upon his face
The journey of his life was traced
And he won't come back to this place