See him come stalking with the air of a lord
Pressed suit like armor against the crowd
Face twisted and puckered as if he'd soured.
See him come stalking with the air of a lord
Marching off to lunch to the beat of the clock
Ready to rush back at the slightest word
Pressed suit like armor against the crowd
Shining dress shoes measure treads like boots
He lights a smoke, puffs out a cloud
See him come stalking with the air of a lord
Brow furrowed with worry, budget taco in hand
Restless he turns back to routes long explored
Pressed suit like armor against the crowd
He eats as he walks, watching his phone
Talking business to no-one, thinking aloud
See him come stalking with the air of a lord
Time up, rest complete, return to the hive
Eager to work now his energy's restored
Pressed suit like armor against the crowd
As animation drifts away from his face
He walks to his building, back straight and proud
See him stop stalking, an air of surprise
Sit on the stairs, jacket off, tie undone
a playful ringtone sounding, a smile in his eyes
Accept the call and relax to voice of his son