| WHAT AN OLD MAN MUST THINK the days don't seem quite so long i seldom sleep real sound it occurs to me it's colder now when the woods are turning brown i don't run the way i once did the kids all drive so fast i can offer much too much advice if anyone should ask i used to wonder what an old man must think where were you in '62 what time does that clock say you young folks think we're stupid and only in the way years take a toll are you so sure you're immune let me tell you, ah, what's the use in time you'll know my tune i used to wonder what an old man must think when the church bells toll, i pray i haven't lost a friend i've yet to know an answer to why a good man's life must end don't get me wrong i'm not through by any means strike up that guitar hear the joy when i sing i used to wonder what an old man must think |