I sat humoring an old man
Telling me his life story
Expecting some arrogant tales
Of his wisdom and his glory
He told me of being a boy,
laughing and playing with toys,
imagining being a teen,
going out, starting a band,
learning to become a young man
He told me of being a teen,
reckless and full of dreams,
in a hurry to be man,
on his own and free to be
just who he wanted to be
[chorus]
You live life on this endless wheel
You walk, then you run
try to ignore the pain you feel
Just await your time for fun
watching every tick of the second hand
getting nowhere as fast as you can
He told me of being a man,
Working and making plans,
Striving to be a success,
Out on top with power and shares
and plenty of money to spare
He told me of being successful,
Finally his cup was full,
Couldn't wait for his time to retire
When he could sit back and adore
all he'd worked his life for.
[chorus]
[bridge]
Now he's crippled and living alone
One step from a nursing home
And all he can do is sit back and wait
And desperately try to ignore his fate
reliving his life as that boy once again
[chorus]
-Portia 2003
