Another day, another small town
A summer breeze
The bougainvillea is still in bloom
His room

(Phone rings, no one answers)

His books are on the shelf
Craving curious fingers
His favorite after-shave
Lingers still

(Phone rings, no one answers)

The evening news, they hear them saying
Tonight's the game, his team is playing
They go to bed
Instead

(Phone rings, no one answers)

Out in the quiet street
One stray dog is crying
And if their eyes don't meet
All is well