[Verse 1] He called me kiddo, so I named him old man He drew the map, I shaped the spans, I took his money and gave him my mind. I used his blueprint and made it shine [Verse 2] He’s gotten me through dry spells Which otherwise would’ve been hell So even when, I was stretched thin I made the time, to fit him in [Verse 3] His money had been given, not earned, Too many times by friends he’d been burned, So he lived alone, head full of worlds, Hiring hands to help them unfurl.
