(Refuge)

R. L. Pt. VI of X

Listen - under the bridge - right over there.
A man is taking rest for the night
Away from the sights of swine.
Do you smell his perfume
Of rubbish and booze, his new suit
from the women that scorned him?
Can you tell which side he’s on?
Is he another traveler on the run?

Did the wars lead him here as well?
But in the end all I really know
Is we’re both so far away from home,

Felling so damn cold and alone.
And for all that I am able to see
He’s just another man amongst the levy.