On The Line - Fernando Ortega

He wakes up worried

Something’s always wrong

He can’t remember

He goes on and on

On and on

He gets confused

Holds his head in his hands

Willful and afraid

But he’s still a man

Still a man

He’s alone

Frail and thin

We listen, but fail him

Out of time

We’re running out of time

And old life on the line

Old life on the line

He lost most everyone

He ever loved

His mother, His Father

His only Son

His only son

He holds onto things

Stamps and coins

He holds onto no one

And hides his mail

Like a broken boy

He believes in no one for too long

He needs attention, so many demands

So sentimental, a bitter man

A bitter man