An old man stands in his doorway, peering into the night
All he can see is water all he can feel is ice
All he hear is the ringing
All he can say is the name
Living it over and over again
Over again
He wants neither glory nor riches though both were promised to him
He searches only for respite in piles of pills and gin
Oh all he can hear is the ringing
All he can say is the name
Living it over and over again
Over again
Will we save him? Will we save him? And each other too?
Oh all he can hear is the ringing
All he can say is the name
Living it over and over again
Over again