there's two old men with half a leg between 'em
they shuffle down the alley by my place
only wire wind and birds are there to greet 'em
sometimes a smile comes across a face

these two same faces every day i see 'em
same in the dark as in the pouring rain
with wire wind and birds their only reason
to look up from that dusty alleyway

one time i got the courage up to meet 'em
we talked awhile with nothing much to say
then the wire shook and wind kicked up the feeling
that birds are only made to fly away

so i try to keep moving with the seasons
the winter's hard but summers always pay
while two old men with half a leg between 'em
watch wire wind and birds from where they lay