Another day, another small town A summer breeze The bougainvillea is still in bloom His room (phone rings, no-one answers) The morning comes, they take their showers They go to work, they do their hours It's a routine they lean on. (phone rings, no-one answers) His books are on the shelf (It doesn't matter what we do Craving curious finger it will never leave us His favorite after-shave time that used to pa** has now stopped ) Lingers still.... (phone rings, no-one answers) The evening news, they hear them saying Tonight's the game, his team is playing They go to bed Instead. (phone rings, no-one answers) Out in the quiet street One stray dog is crying And if their eyes don't meet All is well.