作词 : Louris, Olson
He never left a trace 
They only found a note 
Take the past nine years back from where they came 
People call that suicide, why, 
I see him on the street today 
He kept his winter coat 
It's cold outside in 
April All this time away from his wife's soft bed 
Would it help to say 
I understand? 
Why, I see him on the street today 
He left it all the same 
They say this boy is yours 
Take the past nine years back from where they came 
People call that suicide, why, 
I see him on the street today 
People call that suicide, why, 
I see him on the street...