Old Man Going Songtext
Old man going...

Hopscotch of life will lead you to the grave
Wet faces line the streets, they will not be saved
Black house you've built, it will soon disappear
Another corporation dig this year

Old man going...

Traffic thins as you drive slowly by
A friend wipes a flower from an eye
Streets filled with bouquets from a cloudy sky
They'll soon forget the field in which you lie

Old man going...