Lyrics Same Old Man - Mark Lanegan

Same Old Man

It’s the same old lady, hangin' out the wash\nStandin' in the rain, in her mackintosh\nSame old lady standin' in the rain\nAnd I thought New York was goin' insane\nHey little leaf, layin' on the ground\nNow you’re turnin' slightly brown\nWhy don’t you get up on the tree\nTurn the color green the way you oughta be\nMy mind is fadin', my body grows weak\nLips won’t form the words I speak\nI’m floatin' away on a barrel of pain\nNew York City won’t see me again\nSame old man, sittin' at the mill\nMill-wheel turnin' of its own free will\nI’m certainly glad to be at home\nNew York City continues all alone