Introduction:
To the sound of the saxophone playing in the background, a disheveled, grief-stricken, barefoot man walks along the side of the road leading away from his house. He's so lost in his thoughts, he doesn't know where he is, and doesn't care.

***Parody begins***

Findin' some way that don't break his feet
Plight in his head, not out in the street.
Well, another day he'll pray
He'll think the night away
And he thinks about everything.
Wish I could say I had told you so
He's got so many needs, but my way is so cold.
You know it does take so long
To find out where you're wrong
Guess you thought you knew everything.

You had told me that it was all so easy
You're finding out that it's not so easy
But you're dyin'
To buy in, wow.
I know that you thought that I was too sappy
And this time it's your turn to be sappy
And you're sighin'
You're sighin' now.

(The man continues walking. What will he do?)

Looks way down beat there's no hope in his face.
Wish he would pour feelings, but it is not my place.
And no asking how you've been,
I tell him books I've seen,
But he talks of the same damn thing.

He always thought he would be the same old man.
He gave up that stuff, this is not what he planned.
He just wanted to settle down in some little town
Not be bothered by anything.

To himself he has to keep provin'
But I know he has to keep on movin'
To keep fallin'
Must keep fallin' down.

When you wake up you won't be mourning.
The Son is speakin' in those new mornings.
Don't throw in,
You owe no one.

(Keeps walking, wondering when it will end)