Old Man

Old man withered and dry
yesterday’s hero, you say
Time flys on half open eyes
so hold back tomorrow today
I can see clear, by the ribbons you wear
you started a battle, or two
So how do you feel when you’re broken and down
and nobody’s got any time
Old man sleeping alone
careless and tired of staggering
Time flys on half open eyes
and the vintage is ready for the gathering