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´.