JUST ANOTHER MAN

Nearly every Saturday
I make a run to the grocery
And I always see the same old man
he's never once said hi to me
and I wonder what it is he sees

In and out of shops with nothing in hand
except the same old cigarette
Like a ghost trying find his past
or maybe he's trying to forget
Maybe he's seen it all I ain't seen nothing yet

And I wonder why, he never says hi
I wonder what is going on inside
and I wonder why, it makes me feel so sad
after all he's just another man

Once in a while I'll seem in the line
for a ticket to the lottery
and I'll pass by and try to catch his eye
but he doesn't acknowledge me
no he never says hi to me

One of these days I'll make my weekly run
and he won't even be around
and I know I'll start to wonder
if he finally left this town
or if he's six feet underground

Written by Michael Frazier © September 11, 2003