In a foreign time, in a tin can house
With the constant fear of the siren's call
With the highest strength and the greatest hope
That a child would play in the sight of day
Who's that man, the man without a name
Watching the world drift by, thinking on yesterdays
Who's that man, the man without a name
Watching the flowers fade as the seasons change
Disappearing hopes with an ageless smile
Ever longing for the dancing girls
When the moon is tired and the cradle's burnt
He salutes the dawn for his final ride
Who's that man, the man without a name
Watching the world drift by thinking on yesterdays
Who's that man, the man without a name
Watching the flowers fade as the seasons change
Cautious winds all tell you lies so go and climb all the trees
For if you're young in your heart, forever young in your soul
You will be, you will be
And if you choose from the start, to pull each day from the dark
You will see
Beauty
Who's that man, the man without a name
Watching the faces fade into the photograph