Danny Schwarze

A man walks in and sits down at the bar
He settles at the end by himself
The line on his drawn and haggard face tell a tale
of a time he's lost and cannot find again

His eyes don't see, his ears don't seem to hear
and he stares into the depths of his drink
Heedless of the world around, the only thing that's real
is the bottom of his glass and what it holds

No one else seems to see him there
sitting on his stool, his head bent
Lost within himself, a lonely boat out on a sea
too vast to even know he's there

No one knows the lonely man
No one heeds him at all
No one grieves the lonely man
No one needs him at all

It's late and he decides it's time to go
He calls for one more drink before he leaves
And as she pours, the barkeep says to him, "Good night, and safe home."
He pauses and stares into the gin
as this woman shares a moment with him
Then he simple walks away and grins 

Sitting back, watching the time tick past 
The clock is anything but fast 
Got no choice but to wait 
Did my part, played my hand the best I know 
Waiting for the river to show 
Got no choice but to wait 

And it's the waiting that'll kill you, you never know what to say 
You think you've got it figured out but the wind blows the other way 
Waiting seems like more than you can take 

Staring off, putting it from my mind 
I know it's gonna take some time 
I'll just have to wait 
It's out of my hands, as hard as that is to say 
It may not go my way 
I'll just have to wait 

And it's the waiting that'll kill you, you never know what to say  
You think you've got it figured out but the wind blows the other way  
Waiting seems like more than you can take 

And it's the waiting that'll kill you, you never know what to say  
You think you've got it figured out but the wind blows the other way  
Waiting seems like more than you can take

One morning in early spring time 
Sipping coffee on the front stair 
The birds are chirping and singing 
A chill still clings to the air 

The shadows of the new leaves 
cover the newly green ground 
The steam from my mug is rising 
I shiver as I look around 

I throw my bag o'er my shoulder 
Heading out for the day 
Another of life's small adventures 
waiting to take me away 

I set out from my front stair 
The birds continue to sing 
I seek out what lies before me 
and waltz through the early spring

(lyrics by W.B. Yeats, music by Danny Schwarze)

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars;

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 
And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.