October wind, chills his skin...He walks home alone...A tiny house, a loving wife...hands worked to the bone ~ But he don't mind his humble life...In this Rundown Town...To be a Sun..A ray of One...Like he's always done ~ And it's alright...To be there where he's always been... He'll live to light...This dark town he's in ~ The clock strikes old, on his achy bones...His final setting sun...And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed...And smiles to the Lord, his love ~ And it's alright...To be there where he's always been...He lived to light...This dark town of sin ~ And so he leaves, and he breathes... A soul so full of his crown...A life that was spent in being content...In the midst of a Rundown Town...