The Watcher

What will become of the watcher
 Whatever will happen to his soul
 What will become of the watcher
 When the band packs up
 When the lights go out
 When the band packs up and goes home
 Left him sitting at his table
 He could no longer raise his cane
 All the people missed his message
 When the band packed up
 When the lights went out
 When the band packed up and went home
 His only friends lay in the ashtray
 Each night he'd call them out by name
 Before him always sat the same glass
 And the townfolk thought him quite insane
 What will become of the watcher
 Will no one dig a grave for his soul
 Whatever will become of the watcher
 When the lights go out
 When the lights go out
 When the band packs up and goes home