How many days will the wet weather last?. I want to know will the clouds. When they roll back. Reveal a man in an old mac. Living on a park bench. Sitting on his own?. Cut to the rain as it runs down the glass. Eventually through the lightning and thunder. We see a man going under. This is how it happens. This is what he said. He said "I don't need love. Though temptation is sweet. Give me your hand. 'Til I'm back on me feet. You're always telling me about my misery. I've seen things you'll never see. Don't pity me.". Focus in on the breath of a man. Who takes a brown paper bag. From his knapsack. Between his whispers and wise cracks. He's looking for permission. Screaming at the sky. "I don't need love. though temptation is sweet. Give me your hand. 'Til I'm back on me feet. You're always telling me about my misery. I've seen things you'll never see. Don't pity me.. I'll be right again. Be upright without you. I'll stand up again. Kick up a fuss again too.". Cut back again to a girl walking by. Until the feet that are all shoes and no socks. Climb an invisible soap box. Laughing at the traffic. Shouting at the world:. "I don't need love. though temptation is sweet. Give me your hand. 'Til I'm back on my feet. You're always telling me about my misery. I've seen things you'll never see. Don't pity me.. I'll stand up again. Kick up a fuss again too. I'll be right again. Be upright without you.". We see a life through the eyes of a man. As he live and he dies. By a simple tattoo. "I'll be back again. When I land on my feet. I'll stand up again. Kick up a fuss again wouldn't you?". Well there you go though we tried hard to know him. It's there on his face. He's a case where there's clearly no hope. "Give me your hand again. 'Til I land again". His face starts to fade. As we pull down the shade. And the picture we made. Is in glorious cinemascope.