Well he's soaked through from the night before, with sorrow. And he doesn't
Care about no law and he won't go.
I don't know wether to help him out, or just walk by. I can't quite seem to
Figure him out.

He hangs around to watch the sun go down, before bed time. He sparks up a
Big old fat cigar and some red wine.
I don't know wether to help him out, or just walk by. I can't quite seem to
Figure him out.