Old Ginger

This man has said too much at all

In his pray

Now keeps silence on the floor

He stands

I met an old singer

He was sat in a bar

And said "Hey, what's wrong girl?

Is your life that hard?"

I starred at his face

And cling myself to not cry

"Thought some was true

But that was the dammed lie"

The old laugh to me

With his largest smile

And said "don't worry this much

Things change all the time!

Why don't you take a guitar and play for a little while?

Why don't you take it,

And play for a little while?"

I heard his old stories

In his voice I found my heart

Wish I was born in fifths

I don't belong to these times

Then asked "what do you feel

Looking from now to your days?"

He said "There's no difference,

I carry the same old pain"

Man, if you could hear my soul

You'd hear the sound of silence

There's just an empty hole

Instead of a beating heart

I don't hear any sound

Just a whisper asking why

Is this your way?

Will those wheels smash your mind?

His hands tremble his head is crowded

With mistakes

This man went wrong times before

Faced despair

Then the sun came down

The city became desert

The day is gone for good

I wish I could return it

"Sr. Ginger what you´ll do?

With life that rests to you"

"Well, I'll keep on walking

Lighted by the old moon"

Once in America

Once I was afraid

Once I expected more than

God could gave me

But than I realize

One moment I had to wake up

When I heard the words of a man called Blake

Then I went to Mississippi

Then I read Kerouac

Then Allen Ginsberg

Got freak in front of my eyes

So I started to walk

Far away from my death

Oh I was so young

But now it's her I expect

The last thing I remember

As I walked away

Through roads I won't forget

And can't forget anyway

Was the old man

With his hat and sad blue eyes

Waiting for the night

And singing his words of goodbye