I feel the wash close down the street

I feel the wash close down the street
Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen

And I hear them call his name 
And I see him turn away

they take him in and clean him up

they take him in and strip him down 
Dry his skin and feed him wine
and I hear them call his name

and I see him turn away
Asks to use the phone

Yet he lives alone
There's no one home to phone
sits alone home alone calls his phone his own
his wife is still unknown