[01:15.92]Here we all are born into a struggle
[01:18.30]To come so far but end up returning to dust
[04:58.19]Oxfam panache and tips his hat
[05:03.95](laces undone)
[05:09.58]He has no truck with idle chat
[05:15.08](work to be done)
[05:20.44]The songs he learned from scratched LPs
[05:25.70]Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea
[05:53.93]He strums the chords with less than grace
[05:59.56](songs we all know)
[06:05.17]Each passing year etched on his face
[06:10.65](sun, rain or snow)
[06:16.25]The words he sings are not his own
[06:21.66]They speak of things he'll never know