October wind, chills his skin...He walks home
Alone...A tiny house, a loving wife...hands
Worked to the bone ~ But he don't mind his humble
Life...In this Rundown Town...To be a Sun..A ray
Of One...Like he's always done ~ And it's
Alright...To be there where he's always been...
He'll live to light...This dark town he's in ~
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones...His
Final setting sun...And so he rests on an
Unfamiliar bed...And smiles to the Lord, his
Love ~ And it's alright...To be there where he's
Always been...He lived to light...This dark town
Of sin ~ And so he leaves, and he breathes...
A soul so full of his crown...A life that was
Spent in being content...In the midst of a
Rundown Town...
