See the man with the beckoning hand
And the endless presence of mind
Pulls away all the things we love
Leaves the righteous far behind
He's the man that can't be found
And the man that makes no sound
Casts no shadow when he walks
The light just fades away
And all that's left is a mortal cry
And the last few minutes of day
He's the man that can't be found
And the man that makes no sound
A long time journey
Marks the end of play
He steals the moments and pockets them away
Did you see him standing there?
Lost in some shadowy grey
Sometime chances' vision's blind
When people get in the way
He's the man that can't be found
And the man that makes no sound
He steals the moments and pockets them away