The Old Man and His Chair

If I had been stronger
I would have lasted longer
But the wind keeps me company;
I am so lonely.
I hear rain and the angels
And I see light in the morning.
I wish that I could stand
And I know they’d be proud
But that won’t happen now;
That won’t happen now.

If I had been wiser
Then I would smiled more
But I have all of old times;
This old man that I am.
I see children in the streets and
I hear traffic all around me
And now the walls have faded black
And pictures fall from their nails
And I don’t care;
I don’t care.

I wish there was laughter
I wish I had been faster
Then I would have left sooner
And now I won’t leave here.
I used to listen to neighbors
And their little boy Brown
But he’s already left town;
He’s a man now.

The choir sings sweetly
And the hills are green and rolling
And I don’t know why,
Don’t know why…
If I could just get away
Get out of this old house
I’m sure I could find my girl
She was so young and fair…

…but no, I say
She won’t remember me;
Too many years, I guess.
And I don’t have to answer
Any more questions;
I’ll just sit here for a spell
It’s just as well;

Days pass
And I stay right there
In my chair.