He came in today, wearing wet shoes br Was talking of life, colours and different blues br We found him strange and didnt care br We thought, usual boring stuff, we usually hear br But with an unusual smile he went on br Telling about sweet memories and moments gone br Finding something desperately were his eyes br One moment of truth in a million lies br Lost, he stood up, finally, something to say br With moist eyes, he revealed, it's his last day br For a moment everything stopped, our rigidness went loose br He went away, smiling, and we kept looking, at those wet shoes.