Ghost of Time

He says "Gimme a taste of your whiskey

Gimme a drag of your fag

Gimme a fiver, to pay the driver, of this taxi cab"

I've never seen this man before

There was no taxi there

He was old, but very fresh

With long, white hair

He says "I've come here from the future

Lemme tell you what I've seen

You lost everything you have

And ended up like me

With no—one else