My old man is a good guy
He walks alone, waiting
He has a long sadness
From so much walking I look at him from a distance But we’re so different
He grew up with the century
With streetcars and red wine
Old man, my dear old man
You walk slowly now
As if forgiving the wind I’m your blood, old man I’m your silence and your time
He has sharp eyes
And a heavy build
Old age came upon him suddenly
Without a carnival or celebration
My years are new years, I'm 16
The man’s years are old
He carries his pain inside him
And he has history without time
Old man, my dear old man
You walk slowly now
Old man I’m your silence and your time
Old man, father
I miss you