He has learned how to land on his feet
Sleeping in stars on a busy street
He is found on the ground in the cold
Wrinkled and scarred, wizened and old
Come on and catch him if you can
Because he'll be leaving and he won't come again
Come out and see him while the offer stands
It's slipping through your hands
A single rose grows from the concrete
He is the soul longing for home
And home is a secret that he can't repeat
So he has learned how to land on his feet
And I wonder at your idle tears and laughter
You know not for you think you're truly free
And I wonder in sad shame as the head turns
Oh, it's slipping through to me
Come on and catch him if you can
Because he'll be leaving and he won't come again
Come out and see him while the offer stands
It's slipping through your hands