It's time to start again
He cleans his shoes and combs his hair
His best suit has been taken in
It's time to start again
The dust hangs in the air
He closes up the bottom drawer
Consigns his disappointments there
The dust hangs in the air
There was a time - ambition graced the scene
Hope was a friend, loyal and keen
It wells up inside, comes flooding back
He remembers it all, gathers his pride, opens the door
Breathes in the evening air
And it's time to start again
He buys a flower from the stall
Pins it to his buttonhole
It's time to start again
