Two Old Guys {chorus} Driving into this parking lot, An old guy, coming from my left Doesn’t see me ‘til the last second. No harm, no foul, I guess. But he glares at me, A killer stare, Full of hate and rage. I want to jump out And kick his ass or Tell him to turn the fuckin’ page. This kind of shit happens all the time anger out of rhythm and rhyme Just a couple old farts whose reactions have slowed nobody killed nobody hosed driving and dodging shopping carts {upbeat bluesy guitar bridge} {chorus} Driving through this parking lot, An old guy, coming from my left Doesn’t see me ‘til the last second. No harm, no foul, I guess. Becoming old guys Is the reason that Despite our best efforts to avoid it, We almost crashed 'cuz we've gotten old and fat. I want to scream into his face that It makes no sense to be As bitter as he looks and clearly feels towards me. But instead I look away And drive on, nothin’ more to say And now, few weeks later I write this shit, but don’t feel okay. {chorus} Driving through this parking lot, An old guy, coming from my left Doesn’t see me ‘til the last second. No harm, no foul, I guess. No harm no foul I guess No harm no foul no mess.
