Greyhair fool, shoes undone
The fields ahead
Leaves black as coal
Landmark-free, no walls, no trees
to greet him on this night of his return
CHORUS:
So who will love this lie on legs
who can't change skin and is not yet dead?
The universal foreigner
The homeless greyhair son
Scrambles blind up muddy slope
then silent shakes before rusty gates--CHORUS
There's a house, its roof caved in
A rusty wreck of car
A lightning-blasted tree
and a man who says,
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