Dan

See the man, see the head of silver grey
See the lines crossed
See the man, see the chances tossed away
See the time lost, time lost

Dan in the days came down, kept a bag and slept around
And he used to clean his shoes with wraps from margarine
Dan in the days came down, cracked a joke and sang around
Played the pubs and made enough to sing another day

Those dark despairing days on the dole
That any man from thirty-nine will know
And Dan the only man to keep his soul
As any friend of Dan's will tell you so

Dan in the days came down, kept a crease and hid the seat
Underneath a macintosh, he almost washed away
Dan in the days came down, left the dole to sail the world

See the man, see the head of silver grey
See the lines crossed
See the man, see the chances tossed away
See the time lost, time lost