The white, white open sky
Above the sage and the thorns
The rocks and pines were hum ming
An old familiar tune
His hard black boots came
crunching up this gravel road
He saw the house a mile away,
the moon was just setting
The nights were darker then
Lights in the living room
He could recall that the
TV was on,
but not if anyone was watching
He never thought of himself as cruel
He never thought of himself at all
Kindness was always outside his grasp
He was the meanest man in the world
He was the meanest man in the world
The door wasn't really locked,
the fireplace was burned in
The room exploded like a bomb,
but all in slow motion
Bicycles hung from the roof,
he remembered someone weeping
Though it was sticky on the road,
he just kept on walking
He never closed a door,
he never turned off a light
He left things pretty much
the way they were
After he did what he did that night
He never thought of himself as cruel
He never thought of himself at all
Kindness was always outside his grasp
He was the meanest man in the world
He was the meanest man in the world
He was the meanest man in the world