He never left a trace They only found a note Take the past nine years Back from where they came People call that suicide But i see him on the street today He kept his winter coat It's cold outside in april All this time away From his wife's soft bed Would it help to say i understand Why i see him on the street today He left it all the same They say this boy is yours Take the past nine years Back from where they came People call that suicide But i seem him on the street today People call that suicide But i see him on the street