"Hey, there is something in store" Said the man dressed in black with his hand on the door I can't say from when, but I'd seen them before Perhaps in the fields of some cold bloody war The skin on his face wrinkled up as he talked I could tell he was hurt from the way that he walked He limped to the wall, caught his breath, then he spoke In a dry whisky voice, in one cold raspy note he said: "I can see: you don't really want to talk to me And I really wanna let you be But in a moment I will have to leave So if it's okay, there's just a few things that I'd like to say Before my maker lays me down to die I wanted you to know that I," (Chorus) I've always wanted just a little something more than my given name 'Cause when you're just one word it's clear to me you always feel the same (Verse 2) Well here was a man with a hole in his heart Like a crack in the gla**, it just tore him apart It ran up his chest, through his veins to his skull Through the bones in his back, yet he stood as if whole Well when you're eaten to bits by the sand and the wind You can still stand alive, since there's something within Like this man on the floor with such pa**ion and grit Well the gla** was all broken, but the pieces still fit And he said: "I can see, you don't really wanna talk to me And I really wanna let you be But I feel it's my time to leave So just once more, I'll say what I had said before As my maker lays me down to die I wanted you to know that I," (Chorus)