OLD MAN

UNDER THE BRIDGE I SAW THE OLD MAN AGAIN
I CALL HIM « THE OLD MAN AND THE CHANCE »
WHAT IS THE COLOR OF HIS EYES, I CAN’T TELL
IT LOOKS LIKE A WATERCOLORED DANCE

UNDER THE BREEZE HE WEARS A SMILE CALLED « MARY JANE »
A SHAWL THAT HE ONCE FOUND IN SPAIN
HE NEVER ASKS FOR NOTHING, HE’S A BUSY MAN
HE’S THE BEST STORY-TELLER OF THIS LAND
HE’S THE BEST ONE OF THIS LAND

AND I SAY « MY OH MY, IF THE GODS ARE KIND,
ONE DAY I’LL KNOW ‘BOUT THE SHAWL AND THE SMILE »

UNDER THE GREY I SAW THE OLD MAN AGAIN
WE TALKED LIKE TWO OLD FRIENDS ON A WALK
HE SAID WE ALWAYS LEARN ABOUT OUR SORES AND PAIN
I STARTED TO BELIEVE I’D NEVER FALL
AND I WROTE IT ON THE WALL

AND I SAY « MY OH MY, IF THE GODS ARE KIND,
ONE DAY I’LL KNOW WHAT HE MEANT WHEN HE SANG»

GO AND FIND YOUR OWN PUNCHLINE
GO AND FIND, LIVE YOUR LIFE

UNDER THE BRIDGE I SAW THE OLD MAN TONIGHT
WE TASTED A SILENCE FOR A WHILE
AND THEN HE SAID TO ME « YOU’RE READY LITTLE KITE
DON’T WORRY THE WORLD IS ON YOUR SIDE.
LITTLE KITE, ENJOY THE FLIGHT
FIND A SHAWL, A SMILE, A FRIEND.
I’LL ALWAYS BE YOUR OLD MAN »