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Old man sleepin the hot day away,
While he dreams a thousand yesterdays.
cause hes had so many come his way.
All he cares about is somewhere to lay his head tomorrow.

Old man sits and thinks about his home.
Doesnt matter cause hes all alone.
What hed give to get back on his own.
Curses his body cause its old and it gives no transportation.
He sits in his one room shack alone but it provides no consolation.

What a shame,
His time is nearin.
His eyes wont let him see
The skies are clearin.
Someone tells him
Without his hearin.
Its no news to those whove been around
While things are changin.