Lyrics
An old man with a suitcase
Older than himself
Passing through the waiting hall
Like a ghost
He doesn't know where he's going
He can't hide where he has been
I can hear the deepest blue
In his voice
One Two
The rumors are true
Three Four
To walk the ocean floor
Count Five, and wait for the tide
For the tide
He wears a sadness with honor
And his torn coat with pride
A lifetime of belongings
In one hand
And as I'm leaving the station
I can see him standing there
Looking for a friendly face
In the crowd
One Two
The rumors are true
Three Four
To walk the ocean floor
Count Five, and wait for the tide
One Two
The rumors are true
Three Four
To walk the ocean floor
Count Five, and wait for the tide
For the tide (For the tide)
For the tide (For the tide)
For the tide (For the tide)
For the tide (For the tide)
For the tide (For the tide)