Lyrics:

(B. Wallace - B. Cummings) What will become of the watcher Whatever will happen to his soul What will become of the watcher When the band packs up When the lights go out When the band packs up and goes home Left him sitting at his table He could no longer raise his cane All the people missed his message When the band packed up When the lights went out When the band packed up and went home His only friends lay in the ashtray Each night he'd call them out by name Before him always sat the same glass And the townfolk thought him quite insane What will become of the watcher Will no one dig a grave for his soul Whatever will become of the watcher When the lights go out When the lights go out When the band packs up and goes home