Looks Like Chaplin

I feel the wash close down the street

Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteenAnd I hear them, hear them call his name

And I see him, see him turn awayYou take him in

And clean him upLet's take him in and strip him down

Let dry his skin and feed him wineAnd I hear them, hear them call his name

And I see him, see him turn awayAsks to use the phone

But he lives alone, he lives alone

There is no one, no one home to phone

He sits alone at home

He calls his home his own

His wife is still unknown