Skinny Alley Fence
There's an old man, sitting on a fence
You know he thinks of all the things he did
And all the things he didnt do, way back when
Thinks of lost chances, lost opportunities,
Now he feels like he's chained to this fence
To his memories
Maybe, someday, someone will come
And he'll know just what it means
To be free, to be free
But for now... he's sitting on a fence
There's a big sky, like a bowl above his head
He can see so many stars like all the dreams he used to
have
In his lonely bed
Now the dreams are gone, only stars remain
And he wonders, yes he wonders
If he'll ever have those dreams again
Chorus
