THE MAN WHO DRESSES IN GREY
He's a man who dresses in grey
He has no ideas.
Every night he watches TV
But every minute he changes channels
There is no reason why
He's a man who doesn't see.
The grey man walks down the street
Look at the shop and see his feet.
Comes back home, warm the milk
The bell never rings
Sits in his armchair
Takes the remote control and after a while
He falls asleep with the black cat in his lap.
When he wakes up, it's bedtime.
Tomorrow, he's going to collect his pension
He will be lining up and he's gonna pay his bills.
Grey man, are you happy?
Every night the same dream
It's a sunny day
His Mary brings him coffee
The coffee's bitter, but he says nothing.
He drinks it while he caresses her white hair
He sleeps smiling
When he dreams he is a happy man.
The man who dresses in grey
Is waiting for