Broken

He's got a broken voice and a twisted smile,
Guess he's been that way for quite awhile,
Got blood on his shoes and mud on his brim,
Did he do it to himself or was it done to him?

People think he don't look well,
But all he needs from what I can tell,
Is someone to help wash away all the paint,
From his purple hands before it gets too late.

I saw him stand alone ... under a broke street light,
So sincere ... singing silent night,
But the trees were full ... and the grass was green,
It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.

He may move slow,
But that don't mean he's going nowhere,
He may be moving slow,
But that don't mean he's going nowhere.

Roto

El tiene una voz entrecortada y una sonrisa torcida,
supongo que ha estado asi por un buen tiempo,
el tiene sangre en sus zapatos y barro en sí

La gente piensa que el no se ve bien
pero todo lo que el necesita de lo que yo puedo decir,
es alguien quien le ayude a lavarse la pintura,
de sus manos purpuras antes que sea demasiado tarde

Lo vi parado solo... debajo de una parpadeante luz de calle
tan sincero… cantando noche silenciosa
pero los arboles estaban llenos… y el pasto verde,
fue la cosa mas dulce que jamas haya visto.

Tal vez el se mueva lento,
pero eso no significa que no vaya a alguna parte,
tal vez el se mueva lento
pero eso no significa que no vaya a alguna parte.