Another Man

There's a man looking through a window
There's another man looking through a door
There's another man holding on a broomstick
Sweeping shadows from the floor
There's bound to be some more

What is a man to do when it all becomes a waste
What is a man to do as his dreams begin to fade
Becoming dust on the floor
And empty memories on his face

There's a man who works at a station
There's a man who works in a store
Who knows a man who works for the city
Sweeping shadows from before
Shadows of a life no more

What is a man to do when it all becomes a waste
What is a man to do as his dreams begin to fade

Becoming dust on the floor
And empty memories on his face
Somehow lost or misplaced
Each small hope he ever chased
Along a path he can't retrace

There's a man looking through a window
But soon he won't be looking anymore