Don’t Look Back Fiddler's Green

I met him in an bar
He was screaming out my name
I turned around an took a seat
Just right next to him

We talked a while 'bout good old times
An how it all got lost
We filled our glasses
Drank straight up
The drinks were at my cost

I kind of saw it in his eyes
Empty, grey and pale
There must be something wrong with him
Was in a real bad shape

He spoke with a bleating voice
Tears were in his eyes
No need to hide out anyway
Saw pain through the disguise

One, for the failure of my dreams
'Cause I'm weaker than it seem
I've never been that strong
What 'bout the writing on the wall?
How come I've never seen it all?
I was blind but-