October wind, chills his skin...He walks home
alone...A tiny house, a loving wife...hands
worked to the bone
But he don't mind his humble
life...In this Rundown Town...To be a Sun..A ray
of One...Like he's always done
And it's alright...To be there where he's always been...
He'll live to light...This dark town he's in
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones...His final setting sun...And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed...And smiles to the Lord, his
love
And it's alright...To be there where he's always been...He lived to light...This dark town
of sin
And so he leaves, and he breathes...
A soul so full of his crown...A life that was
spent in being content...In the midst of a Rundown Town...