October wind chills his skin...He walks home. alone...A tiny house a loving wife...hands. worked to the bone ~ But he don't mind his humble. life...In this Rundown Town...To be a Sun..A ray. of One...Like he's always done ~ And it's. alright...To be there where he's always been.... He'll live to light...This dark town he's in ~. The clock strikes old on his achy bones...His. final setting sun...And so he rests on an. unfamiliar bed...And smiles to the Lord his. love ~ And it's alright...To be there where he's. always been...He lived to light...This dark town. of sin ~ And so he leaves and he breathes.... A soul so full of his crown...A life that was. spent in being content...In the midst of a. Rundown Town....