Old Man
Billy Gibbons, Dusty Hill, Frank Beard
Old man sleeping 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 nearing
His eyes won't let him see
The skies are clearing
Someone tells him
Without his hearing
It's no news to those who've been around
While things are changing