The Old Man
An old man cries in the back of his car
Broken dreams, he’ll never know why
He spends his days driving further away
An endless road along memory lane
Six feet two with a weathered beard
Distant eyes, gazing out the blue horizon
He has no fear, got nothing to lose
A silent scream won’t bring them back to life
And he knows it well and he knows they are gone
And he knows it well and he knows they are gone
He once stood strong with the future in sight
And in his hands held a beautiful girl
She had his eyes they were magical and blue
And since that day he’s been driving further away
And he knows it well and he knows they are gone
And he knows it well and he knows they are gone
Hey, hey, hey…
An old man cries in the back of his car
An empty seat and a silent scream