"Yeah...this is the story of the old man. Had to fight... for what he thought, it was right" Old Man's sittin' on a bench, hungry pigeons at his feet, remembers times down in the trench, scatters crumbs, that's all they need. "Still see him sittin, there" Old Man's walkin' through the streets, he would never share a glim, his heart now runs on lower beats, ancient mates still follow him. "Though almost deaf to deeper sound, hears distant thunder all around" Hey Old Man, it's good you're here, even life was not your friend, hey old man, just shed a tear, before you're facin' your last stand. Old Man's readin' news today, hard to comprehend they're real, things gone wrong in many ways, for what he fought, was not this deal. "Not this deal, no, can't be real" Hey old Man, it's good you're here, even life was not your friend, hey old man, just shed a tear, yeah, for what life is really Old Man's lyin' in a bed, all surrounded by machines, the neon sun shines for the dead, you can still hear all their screams. If life's a fight, just can't be won, you're journey may had sense, together with your ancient mates, you'll soon shake righteous hands. [Chorus][Full Band] Hey Old Man, know you were here, even life was not your friend, man, i saw you shed this tear, when your spirit left the sphere. Old Man's sittin' on a bench, he's about to die, wonderin', what all was worth for, "well, hope's a good, no, not a lie"
