Talking Old Soldiers

Why hello, say can I buy you another glass of beer?

Well thanks a lot, that's kind of you

It's nice to know you care

These days there's so much going on

No one seems to wanna know

I may be just an old soldier to some

But I know how it feels to grow old

Yeah, that's right

You can see me here most every night

You'll always see me staring

At the walls and at the lights

Funny I remember oh it's years ago I'd say

I'd stand at that bar

With my friends who've passed away

And drink three times the beer that I can drink today

Yes, I know how it feels to grow old

I know what they're saying, son

There goes old mad Joe again

Well, I maybe mad at that, I've seen enough

To make a man go out his brains

Well, do they know what it's like

To have a graveyard as a friend?

'Cos that's where they are boy, all of them

Don't seem likely I'll get friends like that again.

Well, it's time I moved off

But it's been great just listening to you

And I might even see yer next time I'm passing through

You're right, there's so much going on

No-one seems to wanna know

So, keep well, keep well, old friend

And have another drink on me

Just ignore all the others, you've got your memories