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…
