His old heart beats
in its last hour; it ends
There’s no need to warn a doctor
No need to call a friend
But he will clean up this room
and stick a letter on the door
"The grey man on number nine is dead
His keys are on the floor"
’nd he is so glad that he loved you Tracey
Although he knows that you couldn’t live with him
But the moment that you’ve touched his face
Was such a moment that love begins
In this chair before the window
He often watched the stars
In our cold black universe
Looking for a spark
Then het straightens his clothes
As if somebody calls
While his lips they seem to count
The rhythm of a waltz
He so glad that he loved you Tracey
Although he knows that people must forget
But it is real sad you’ve never been to places
Like the one he’s seeing yet