They have been so good these days of solitude.
To tell the truth there was nothing worth to bring along
except some things he owned.

Only shown his face outside to feel the sun
Never answered the door or picked up any phone
He liked to stay alone. 

Hoping no one will recall his name
Winning his final game


He loved to live a thousand years,
Dining at home 
Hoping there will be no one there to cook him one.

And when his time had finaly come
Dying alone 
Hoping there will be no one there to find his bones.


Apparently there's no one here to rob his grave.
No one was so brave to check up on his bones.
And take some things along.


He made sure there was no one to mourn his soul
No one stood arround long enough to  
That was his only goal