From the Stars

I saw a friend that I once knew at a funeralHe took the time out to be seenHis eyes kept glancing to the hour hand on the gold watchThat he'd been given by a magazineHe didn't cry when the priest gave a sermonJust pulled up the wooden collar on his fleeceCrossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time againAs he sat inches from the wife of the deceased

He catches raindrops from his windowIt remind him how we fallFrom the stars back to our citiesWhere we've never felt so smallRaindrops from his windowMaking puddles in his handsHe sees how quick the water's risingAs another raindrop lands

He took a chauffeur driven car back to his hotelPassing through the city streets where he was bornHe said "Driver, what's happened to these buildings?They all look rundown and so forlorn."He took a shower in the bathroom of his penthousePut the "Do not disturb" on his doorWhen the maid came in the morningShe found him shivering on the bedroom floor