On 28th
Looking through the door, I can see The Man
And he looks like a dog, and he walks like a dog
And he stalks like a dog, but he’s free
Looking through the door, I can see The Man
Sitting by the pole, painting the murals of his life
In stick figures - he is Van Gogh
Years ago when there was a life to be lead,
He was in his red
Phase, but now it’s all gone from blue to gray
They’ve gone away
Looking through the door, I can see The Man
And he looks like a dog, and he walks like a dog
And he stalks like a dog, but he’s free
Sitting by the pole counting the cars or maybe stars
They’re all the same, what is his name?
Sitting by the pole, one foot away from the cars.
He is untouched by their life by their scars
Sitting writing his plans that only he understands.
And they don’t see him, and he trusts them to leave him free.
On 28th the world goes by
On 28th everyday
On 28th he makes his plans
On 28th he’ll make his stand
On 28th all the people pass by without a thought of why on 28th, he will....
Looking through the door,
I can see The Man, and he
Looks like a dog, and he walks like a dog
And he stalks like a dog, but he’s free
To be
Is he?
Vocals, Background Vocals: Alis
Background Vocal: Dale, Paul
Mandolin: Dale
Guitar: Alis
Electric Guitar: Bill
Bass: Paul
Drums: Bill
music and lyrics: Alis K. Mahlen
Copyright 2006 Alis K. Mahlen
Recorded at First Street Audio,
Fort Worth, 2007
photo by Alis K. Mahlen, 2007
