john takes a seat so he can wind his watch not working anymore but it's so good to touch it's the only solid evidence of what he's done and seen it helps him to remember his past life was not a dream it used to tell the time when he was young but time means nothing now he has a clear view of the sun john stopped me on the street today he didn't have that much to say i said i had to get to work but he begged me to stay there was a look in his eyes i'd never seen before i couldn't walk away i knew i wouldn't see him anymore he bummed a smoke looked off into space awhile then he looked into my eyes and unleashed a fleeting smile dennis it's so good to see you you have no idea just how bad it's getting on the street i try to hide away but they find me every day and i'm so tired of the heat yesterday i heard the news they sent me a letter said it was suicide but i know better
