He sits alone in his perfect shack The lake beside him freezing The sun no longer shining Much past four o'clock. We are the selfish ones We are the lucky ones We are the needed ones She falls asleep, the book on her lap, "All things change to something new, Something strange." We are the selfish ones We are the lucky ones We are the needed ones We walk along with my hand on your back, The days behind receding Forward to a day when all we love will pass. We are the selfish ones We are the lucky ones We are the needed ones He sits alone in his perfect shack The lake beside him freezing The sun no longer shining Much past four o'clock.