Eye of the needle Eye to eye Knowing that you'll remain In the room with leather chair Grandfather clock Watching the passing of these days To cling to conversation To wipe away freeway tears To realize the underestimated This span of To pray for will And death as a reward for a life well lived And this is the sound of shedding Of these things that i've worn like a skin Boy you will never know happiness Boy you will only know sorrow Boy you talk so serious