In his worn eyes I saw the grudge For many years, in nothing he believed And he never got out of the rain Always with his newspaper And the news melting the soul Always mr. lonely Used to say: Nothing will get better Maybe he just needed love Or maybe less hate He should get out of the rain Maybe it would heal the pain Protest against it all And all would be better If he Wasn't alone Used to say: Nothing will get better And today, i remember his eyes Altought i don't remeber his face Had the eyes of a three hundred years old Eyes of loniness Maybe he just needed peace Or maybe less hate He should get out of the rain Just to heal his pain