Sitting early at McDonalds over a dollar cup, I join a gathering of days...no longer years... Whose better days are nearly up Alone, or nearly so, they gather here.
Greetings gruff or none belie camaraderie; They wait until each man has joined the crew, Half-hearted views of the morning news, Wonder of a friend who's feeling blue.
I cannot hold myself away from finding me A few years up this downward road, Waiting with the men I've come to see... A weary lot to meet and think of growing old.