Текст: Hal Ketchum. Father Time. Invisible.

Standing on the corner with my paper cup
Nickels, dimes and quarters never near enough
The busy people walk on by never look me in the eye
I become expandable, untouchable, invisible

Son I care, its says I?ll work for anything
Was a time when I could make that hammers bring
I was young and I was strong always thought I?d get alone
But I become, expendable, untouchable, invisible

I can understand why you don?t wanna see a men how?s fallen this far down and out
Might give you room for doubt, I can sympathizing if you looked into my eyes you might see you?re self on the other side of hope


Expandable, untouchable, invisible

I can understand why you don?t wane see a man how?s fallen this far down and out
Might give you room for doubt, I can sympathizing if you looked into my eyes you might see you?re self on the other side of hope

You see me on the roadside, please don?t look away, I got something precious to give too you today, so take a poor men?s sympathy and the gift of never be a need
Expandable, untouchable, invisible
May you never be expandable untouchable invisible