In this winter of a lifetime and all the memories,
collected and arranged, another boring history
of this ordinary man

the harsh winds of love, have harden my soul
while the silent secrets of lovers remain, untold
of this ordinary man

that I walked many trails and set them ablaze
I'll blame them on youth, the fog and the haze
of this ordinary man

the education I found, was not from a book
It was wigging away, from my parents hook
of this ordinary man

my fingers not as nimble, as when I was young
the stature not as upright, the last song has begun
of this ordinary man

so I will turn out the lights
make sure the doors are locked
as I bid a final adieu
and a warm goodnight