Peter Michaels Jr. - A Ballad of Two Elders

Did you see the old man
With his whiskers in the fan
Swaying softly in the rocking chair of oak
Having known him some time
I can tell what's on his mind
And I'm confident knowing that's
All just one big joke
We'll just leave him to the birds
As they cover him in turds
Watch the cycle fade away
Til tomorrow's yesterday
And I don't know many motives
He could have to be alone
But we shouldn't hang around him anymore
Did you see the old maid
With her wrinkles in the shade
Humming softly as she prepares to dine
I don't know what she needs
Or if she eats the seeds
But the warmth of her smile was once mine
And she's delicate in every move she makes
She's articulate and never makes mistakes
But the pressures getting greater by the day
And she cannot bear the thought to hear them say
We'll just leave her to the birds
As they cover her in turds
Watch the cycle fade away
Til tomorrow's yesterday
And I don't know many motives
She could have to be alone
But we shouldn't hang around her anymore
We'll just leave them to the birds
As they cover them I'm turds
Watch the cycle fade away
Til tomorrow's yesterday
And I don't know many motives
They could have to be alone
'Cause I want to get to know them even more
'Cause I want to get to know them even more

Written by:
Peter Siringano

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