He stares back, he glares back at the eye of the vicious storm

he's holding on defiantly 'cause he won't give up his decency

not sucked in by evil nonsense

not weighted by a guilty conscience

the quiet man leads a quiet life hoping for the day he sees the light

his reticence was heaven sent and everywhere he turned

he saw the ways of the world and they were hell bent

he kept his virtue to himself

peace of mind is a fleeting thing

and he's not sure when he comes across it

pe ace of mind is a fleeting thing

at least sometimes he can enjoy it, that's more than they can say

'cause they don't change their evil ways more than they can say

'cause they're trapped in the storm they created

the quiet man could say he's seen so many lives decay

but he chose to never spread his word

so when he's gone his virtue fades away