You look like my grandfather should have looked like Some dozen years of life Have written a storyline onto your face as Graceful and wide as your eyes Different chapters and different scenes And you always saved your smile Some changes in cast have changed the whole storyline Father, are you now alone?
I don't wonder how you spend your time You dress like a grand senior but I can smell the alcohol It's sad, but the fashion and your precious style Help you not to lose your face and the status you have known So sad to see my fallen father fall
And sometimes when I find the time to sit down My mind draws a picture of you And of the places that you're coming from Or that you are going to I see you leaving the store where I work And right after crossing the street You enter the bar where the other old men Don't know the men that they meetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
