The Passenger

Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride

As soon as I saw the beard I knew it would prove a good subject for a Blip, but just like the proverbial Kingfisher , he flitted back and forth. Quite an elusive character. I'm not sure if he really knew what he was doing or was he that camera shy?