rundown town

rundown town
by bleach

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; the ray of One; like he's always done.

And it's alright to be there where he's always been.
To live and 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.
He 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 He's sin.
And it's alright to be there where he's always been.
He lived to light that 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.

A life that was spent in being content in a rundown town.