It's half past of Sunday night And he's asking me if I'm all right. It's so easy to understand. The legless man shouts against his wife, This makes me think about life. All bitter disappointments could 'come sweet word like Marsh Mallows, Not so bad. Please tell me Why I'm lying in a corner all alone Scared by the gentry hope? And I feel safe Hedge in my bolt hole. I'll never grow Like flowers on the mountain top. Well, I light up for the last time a stupid cigarette waiting for a bus That maybe I'll never catch, It's striding like a soldier at the other side Of the road. In his face you can see that's not a guy But a man. It's half past of Sunday night And he's asking me if I'm all right. It's so easy to understand. The legless man shouts against his wife, This makes me think about life. Things that I had loved most Are all that things that I've just lost.