Old man sleepin` the hot day away,
while he dreams a thousand yesterdays.
`Cause he`s had so many come his way.
All he cares about is somewhere to lay his head tomorrow.
Old man sits and thinks about his home.
Doesn`t matter `cause he`s all alone.
What he`d give to get back on his own.
Curses his body `cause it`s old and it gives no transportation.
He sits in his one room shack alone but it provides no consolation.
What a shame,
his time is nearin`.
His eyes won`t let him see
the skies are clearin`.
Someone tells him
without his hearin`.
It`s no news to those who`ve been around
while things are changin`.
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