Forgotten Things

While the bartender is sweeping up his past
There's dust in his eyes
He can see well enough to know this ain't where his soul's at
There's a strange man on the avenue pouring out his soapbox blues
I wonder why he's dressed in white
Tellin' me there ain't no time

They don't believe in much
They can't remember how to love
He's just another broken man
Just another callused hand
Digging for his promised land

He's an engine out of gasoline
A dead man hangin' on to dreams
An old oak tree upon the only hill
In a city of blood and steel
Forgetting what it's made of

They're all actors in the final scene
Searching for forgotten things
There's gotta be more to this play than just tradin' lines
They've sacrificed their only friend
To have a bigger pot to piss in
They'd hide the door from their next of kin
So they'd have another empty room to stand within

I guess it's easy to let go when there's nothin' left to hold
I'm just passin' through
Nothin' more than a pilgrim
Lookin' for another rock to land upon