I met an old man at the river, fishing
as we sat to wet our hooks
we talked about our hoping and wishing
exchanging our hungry looks

I said "sir, I have a lot of questions"
as I tied a line to my escape
he said " I may have answers, I reckon"
I cast my line and I said "great"

I asked him why life is so cruel
why dreams are so easily shattered
I told him that I was in pieces
and my pieces were all scattered

he said "son, we are all broken"
life is nothing but hoping and wishing
I said "truer words were never spoken"
then we went back to fishing