somewhere down a street in time an old man lies there drunk on wine rising proudly to his feet the old man falls in tragic heap but he remembers being twenty-seven lying in her bed was heaven and now everything has a cost and the memories of passion lost made an old man weep in his sleep nobody even knows nobody even cares nobody even sees the old man dies alone somewhere down a street in time an old man lies there drunk on wine rising proudly to his feet the old man falls in tragic heap but he once led his men to war helping stop the nazi roar and it seeems like yesterday that marty´s packers they ruled green bay makes an old man weep in his sleep nobody knows a thing nobody even cares nobody sees a thing the old man dies alone somewhere down a street in time an old man lies there and he dies