He has learned how to land on his feet 
Sleeping in stars on a busy street 
He is found on the ground in the cold 
Wrinkled and scarred, wizened and old 
Come on and catch him if you can 
Because he'll be leaving and he won't come again 
Come out and see him while the offer stands 
It's slipping through your hands 
A single rose grows from the concrete 
He is the soul longing for home 
And home is a secret that he can't repeat 
So he has learned how to land on his feet 
And I wonder at your idle tears and laughter 
You know not for you think you're truly free 
And I wonder in sad shame as the head turns 
Oh, it's slipping through to me 
Come on and catch him if you can 
Because he'll be leaving and he won't come again 
Come out and see him while the offer stands 
It's slipping through your hands