Old Man's Bones - 1968

1968 I'm getting width in my shoulders
Just feeling like a little kid, but looking so much older
Seeing the world in a brand-new way
Feeling scared but acting brave

1968 and assassins are trying
Asia is on fire and the students are dying
Rivers of blood flow through the houses in a rage
The world's so scared but it's acting brave
Acting brave

Cold war, Earthrise, And the great fighter is in exile
A new gods white guitar well it gently weeps
Steve MacQueen and jumping Jack Flash have got my whole world talking
America is on fire and the pilot goes to sleep
Yeah, America is on fire as the pilot goes to sleep
America is on fire as the pilot goes to sleep
America is on fire and the pilot goes to sleep
America is on fire and the pilot goes to sleep

Here I am now half a century older
I got width everywhere not just in my shoulders
Well, I think about that kid most every single day
And all the times that he didn't run away
Oh yeah, he never ran away

1968 the fighter is in exile
1968 the white guitar just gently weeps
And in 1968 and my whole world is talking
And in 1968 well the pilot goes to sleep
Ah the pilot goes to sleep
Yeah, the pilot, goes to sleep
Mmmm goes to sleep

Written by:
Robert MacLeod-Carey

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