This little man didn't let anybody in And he fought for his life and he fought for his sin And he rose and he rode from the west to the south And he rose and he rode through the elements and denizens This little man didn't let anybody in And he fought for his life and he fought for his kin It was him it was him who wrote your name in the sky It was him it was him with the sadness in the eye "She's idly leafing through his diaries in Hopes of finding something of significance" "Pulchritudinous and engulfed in solitude" This little man didn't let anybody close And he fought for his land and for those In a pinch in a way he's a mystery too And if asked he would laugh and say nothing to you Every time you want to know a Little more than necessary he will run and Every time you want to know a little more than necessary he'd be gone Oh, the streets are closing all the streets are closed Oh the streets are closing all the streets are closing Every time you want to know a Little more than necessary he will run and Every time you want to know a little more than necessary he'd be gone Oh the streets are closing all the streets are closing