There he sits
   Drawing images on the causeway
   With small bits of chalk
   He sketches all the lost days
   And the rain keeps coming down
   Wipes them from the ground
   And the rain keeps coming down
   Watching his life drown
   Dashing past
   The people circle around him
   With a laugh
   A bottle must have drowned him
   And the rain keeps coming down
   Wipes them from the ground
   And the rain keeps coming down
   Change his smiles to frowns
   None remain
   Not the friends or possessions
   Who's to blame
   With all those good intentions
   One picture did remain
   A face that had his name
   A body lies, no pain
   Under blankets of warm rain