| Starin' window in his rocking chair
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| Calling to someone who isn’t there
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| He knows this when he calls but doesn’t care
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| He’s really not aware
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| Uh-huh
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| He wants to take a walk or take a ride
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| Hear the sounds and feel the air outside
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| But it seems his old, hard feet have lost their stride
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| But haven’t lost their drive. |
| Uh-huh
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| Old man, young heart
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| It’s a rainy day
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| It’s a rainy day
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| Old man, young heart
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| It’s a rainy day
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| It’s a rainy day
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| His heart breaks as his thoughts go back in time
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| His kids were young, his lady by his side
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| But time has passed him up but in his mind
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| He still has to unwind
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| Uh-huh
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| Old man, young heart
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| It’s a rainy day
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| It’s a rainy day
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| Old man, young heart
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| It’s a rainy day
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| It’s a rainy day
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| He hears the children playing in the street
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| It makes him feel run down and incomplete
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| His family sets the grandkids at his feet
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| He knows he’s lost the beat
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| Uh-huh |