Old Rock

There's a grey transparence in this city

When it's slightly misty

And no one can run

'Cause they spent all of

Their money on alcohol 'n junk

Like you did, little man sat in the corner

Waiting for an epiphany of some sort

As you spit and babble it all away to Jesus

Or some other spirit floating in your smoke

You know you're gonna die pretty soon now

But you keep on smiling at your thoughts

And your leftover loose pennies

That you can just about clutch in those dirty

Curled up claws still carefully counted

They only amount to three more sips of ale

Before I saw water well up in your eyes

You told the same story to me

And I think you may be the reason

For me to recreate my soul

Say goodbye each time you leave

Old Rock, they call me crazy too

But you've got fifty years on me

But I don't know what it is to

Become more than to be sitting

Right there by, that empty glass

You have left me

It was all so much better back in your day

It was all so romantic back where you lived

In the bedsit you grew marijuana

And took pride in your record player

I sit dreaming of you as a young man

Before the smoke and liquor turned you grey

Before you all looked exactly the same to me

I see myself looking through a dusty mirror at me

After my babies, after my husbands

After I lose my loved ones

When I grow into a different person

Yes I'm gonna write every single one of your words

I'll write every single one of your words

I'll write every single one of your words

I'll write. I'll write

Oh that I, I think there be a reason

For me to recreate my soul

Say goodbye each time you leave

Old Rock, they call me crazy too

But you've got fifty years on me

But I don't know what it is to

Become more than to be sitting

Right there by, that empty glass

You have left me

Old Rock, they call me crazy too

But you've got fifty years on me

I don't know what it is to

Become more than to be sitting

Right there by, that empty glass

You have left me