the same old town
the same old streets
and always the same wife

the same bad job
the same old car
and even the same cigarrettes

the same row house
his will is done
walking down the one-way-road

everything and everyone
is always the same


the late man - nobody knows his name
the late man - is the loser in this game


always nameless
and unnoticed
ordinary and always quiet

living for the future
something could happen
so hold the money tight

never a mistake and never too late
he knew at any rate
he would pass the golden gate