October wind, chills his skin...He walks home
alone...A tiny house, a loving wife...hands
worked to the bone ~ But he don't mind his humble
life...In this Rundown Town...To be a Sun..A ray
of One...Like he's always done ~ And it's
alright...To be there where he's always been...
He'll live to light...This dark town he's in ~
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones...His
final setting sun...And so he rests on an
unfamiliar bed...And smiles to the Lord, his
love ~ And it's alright...To be there where he's
always been...He lived to light...This dark town
of sin ~ And so he leaves, and he breathes...
A soul so full of his crown...A life that was
spent in being content...In the midst of a
Rundown Town...
alone...A tiny house, a loving wife...hands
worked to the bone ~ But he don't mind his humble
life...In this Rundown Town...To be a Sun..A ray
of One...Like he's always done ~ And it's
alright...To be there where he's always been...
He'll live to light...This dark town he's in ~
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones...His
final setting sun...And so he rests on an
unfamiliar bed...And smiles to the Lord, his
love ~ And it's alright...To be there where he's
always been...He lived to light...This dark town
of sin ~ And so he leaves, and he breathes...
A soul so full of his crown...A life that was
spent in being content...In the midst of a
Rundown Town...