Lyric Looks Like Chaplin

I feel the wash close down the street
Yet Chaplin walks feet nine fifteen
And I hear them call his name
And I see him turn away
they take him in and clean him up
they take him in and strip him down
Dry his skin and feed him wine
and I hear them call his name
and I see him turn away
Asks to use the phone
Yet he lives alone
There s no one home to phone
sits alone home alone calls his phone his own
his wife is still unknown