The polite diplomat by the door hangs his hatnDoesn't speak much at all, even when her tears fallnOn his face has the lines growing deep with the timennHe's movingnBlindednTrying to findnHis halcyon daysnnCause we've all heard the bells of the stranger motelsnBut how long will he stay in this walking tour phase?nnHe's movingnBruisingnStill not findingnHis halcyon daysnnSo make the make the camera night, watch him slip out of sightnJust a ghost to remain here on Cavanaugh LanennHe's movingnBruisingnStill not findingnHis halcyon daysnCrusin'nBlindednTrying to findnHis halcyon daysnnn