Beneath the dying palms He's lying down upon the hot concrete He thinks he'll end it all The pavement's melting underneath his feet And all alone the creature stands All alone although with friends The seething writhing kind He never wanted it to be this way You won't believe his mind His hair is falling out and turning grey So old the creature stands So old his back it bends His hands are getting cold He finds it funny hiding from the sun He's got a heart of gold But he's a devil with that silver tongue So small the creature stands So small and yet a man Can't feel his mother's eyes They've nearly sunken into deep despair Her garden grew so high She had no choice but to just stay right there So cracked the creature's hands So cracked they never mend He starts to fade away He's talking quickly to get to the end The band begins to play But all he hears is how it could have been I'm lost the creature cries So lost though hard I try I'm lost the creature cries So lost