Survivor

An old man stands in his doorway, peering into the night All he can see is water all he can feel is ice All he hear is the ringing All he can say is the name Living it over and over again Over again He wants neither glory nor riches though both were promised to him He searches only for respite in piles of pills and gin Oh all he can hear is the ringing All he can say is the name Living it over and over again Over again Will we save him? Will we save him? And each other too? Oh all he can hear is the ringing All he can say is the name Living it over and over again Over again