There was a man whose memories were made up of nothing
He pushed the elevator button, and go home to nothing
Yes, his business had prospered
But women get lonely sometimes, now she has the house
His son in college had dropped out to expand his mind
And Sarah, his daughter had not spoken to him
Maybe he'd raised her the wrong way, he wondered
He checked his mailbox with fingers a-tremblin'
No mail from anyone
‽I'm home”, he said softly
As he opened the door
And gazed at his empty apartment
Aching, thinking
Southbound Jericho parkway
Is what you call a one-way street
Southbound Jericho parkway
Is what you call a one-way street
At 7.20, Monday after New Year
Mister Henry Johnson leaned against the pedal
Aimed his Lincoln steady and drove himself into a wall
How could a thing such as this ever happen?
All the community said it was shame
He was a good man, he was a clean man, yeah
That's what he was a good and clean man
And his landlady said he was an exemplary tenant
They're always nice and quiet
When they're all alone at his age
The young man sat on a small woven mat
While the silken smoke it circled over head
The cigarettes were there to prove he didn't care
'Bout the contents of the telegram he'd just read
Father, father, father
You always seemed to be so out of reach
And the psychedelic sign read, peace
Apartment in New York, a girl closes the door
And leans against it with her head bowed low
Thoughts raced through her mind of when she was a child
Raised warmly by a man she didn't know
Father, father, father
She wished she had phoned him yesterday
There were so many things she had to say
Henry, the check is in my hands
Brought by the insurance man to cover all my plans
We'll have flowers, your broker will be there
And Sarah, if she cares, and our boy with all his hair
And the sun rose and the sunset
As it always has
And people yet unknown were busy being born
And time when past

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