This lonely old man at heart
Resting gray hairs
On wrinkled arms
With nothing but
A stool to hold up his back

Skinny legs
With Japanese mileage
Crossed at the ankles
He's unaware

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way
To understand it

Unaware
Of his surroundings
Youth in packs
Swarming
Like wolves to a fresh kill
The scenic tracks
He's just scared
About dying

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way
To understand it
Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
It's the only way
To understand it

Too bad
Too bad
Too bad
So sad
Days have come to an end
Where all
Where all has been lost

Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way
To understand it
Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
It's the only way
To understand it